“You’ll get another hundred pounds when you start,� Sir Richard said, tapping the table. “When will you start?�
“There’s another matter, Chief.�
“And that is—?â€�
“Passports and clearance papers or whatever you call them. I understand there is still some difficulty on account of customs. I might as well travel to Holland, first-class. That means a damn fine alibi of the superior order. Have you any suggestions?�
Sir Richard fingered the lapel of his coat. He turned this down after thought. Fay leaned forward. He saw a little silver greyhound pinned there. It was a passport in a million!
“Do you know what this represents?� asked Sir Richard.
Fay nodded his head and stared at the insignia. “It’s the badge of the King’s Couriers.�
“Correct!�
“Do I get one?�
“I can tell you where there is one which can be—stolen.â€�