“They found something more important than us.�
“We’re going back!�
“No! I don’t think we had better do that.�
“Yes we are, Chester. We’re going back and give ourselves up. Isn’t your freedom less than the key to the cipher? Think what it will do to the world. Think of the benefit of it.�
“I’d like to know,� he admitted, staring in the direction of the House of the Two Lions. “I’d almost take a chance to find out.�
“Come on back. We’ll soon know. It’s the only thing to do, Chester.�
He felt her arm within his own. They retraced their steps. A motor car with H.M.S. plates dashed swiftly by them. A second car turned into the street upon which was the House of the Lions. It was evident that something of moment had happened. Fay thought he recognized a familiar figure in the tonneau of the first car. The man, whoever it was, held the steady poise of a prime minister.
Fay stopped and drew Saidee Isaacs into the cove of a hedge. He glanced out and south along the street upon which was the House of the Lions. Three great motors stood there with their flaming electrics burning cones of fire in the night. A figure in tweed passed up the stairway and was admitted through the front door.
“That may have been the Prime Minister,� said Saidee Isaacs.
Fay stared upward at the leaden vault of the London sky. He was between two minds. The House of the Lions might be a cunningly-baited trap of the superior order.