"That's not important," said Marston quietly. "We don't want to earn more money by helping the Bat. We're going to put things straight, and if Larrinaga's government has a just claim on us, we must pay."
"After all, the Bat's my uncle," Wyndham remarked.
"Yes," said Marston. "It complicates things. We must go out again and get him away."
"Get him away? The man is powerful. I doubt if the government can put him down."
"For all that we're going to try."
"You're an obstinate fellow, Bob. We'll talk about it again. There is somebody else Peters might tell."
"Flora? He'll be too late. You must tell her now."
For a moment or two Wyndham's mouth set firm and the sweat stood on his forehead. Then he said quietly, "It will be a hard job, desperately hard; all the same, I suppose it can't be put off. Rupert Wyndham and the powers he stands for have cheated me, but I must pay."
Marston made a sign of agreement. "When you have paid, you're free, and can begin again."
Then he turned and saw Flora in the narrow path between the bushes. Her face was white, but her eyes were gentle when she looked at him. "Thank you, Bob! We owe you much," she said.