“Will there be trouble here?” he asked.
“I have expected it,” said Noyes calmly.
“Had we better change our plans?” asked Froman.
“I have safeguarded our plans,” said Noyes. “That is all that will be necessary. We shall proceed as we intended. But we are not going to hasten. When we arrive” — he chuckled as though enjoying some huge joke — “all will be arranged.”
The car whirled along. It was a distant trip into New York. Frederick Froman, tired after his trip on the submarine, rested back upon the cushions.
The big box that bulked upon the floor of the car gave him a quiet satisfaction. He feared no trouble from Silas Helmsworth. Whatever danger might exist, most certainly lay ahead. Yet Frederick Froman was not apprehensive.
He held high confidence in the resourcefulness of Parker Noyes. Silent and elated, he pressed his feet against the box upon the floor.
Frederick Froman was triumphant. After years of plot and counterplot, he had gained the greatest horde of wealth in all the world.
He was the possessor of the Romanoff jewels!
But, waiting in New York, Ivan Motkin had not given up the chase. New forces were there to aid him.