"There will still be time," said Maxwell-Pitt thoughtfully.
"Of course there will. Now I go. It is settled?"
"Yes; I'll come to-morrow night and bring fifty pounds with me."
"In gold sovereigns, please."
"In gold, if you wish it."
"Good. And I'll have the jewellery ready. The pearl necklace cost more than a thousand sovereigns. There will be no need to take anything else, I hope. That big mushroom should satisfy you enough."
"Amply. I don't want any more jewels, but where does Captain Richards keep his decorations—his Victoria Cross, for instance?"
"You don't want that?"
"I do."
"It is only worth a few centimes—not half a franc, they tell me."