"Cordial as ever; and yet..."
"Yet what?"
"I thought her an ordinary schoolgirl, and yet every once in a while she makes what you billiard players call a professional shot. What matter? So long as they do not shut the door in my face, I ask nothing more. But do you want my opinion? I feel it in my bones that something will go wrong to-morrow."
"Good lord, are you losing your nerve?" cried Braine impatiently. "The secret service has the warning; they find the green stuff, and Jones & Co. will mog off to the police station. And there'll be a week of red tape before they are turned loose again. They'll dig into Hargreave's finances and all that. We'll have all the security in the world to find out if the money is in the house or not. Why worry?"
"It's only the way I feel. There is something uncanny in the regularity of that girl's good luck."
"Ah, but we're not after her this time; it's the whole family."
"The servants too?"
"Everybody in the house will be under suspicion."
"And can you trust Beggs?"
"His life is in the hollow of my hand. You can always trust a man when you hold the rope that's around his neck."