Howle’s eyes danced, and he licked his lips.
“If I haven’t suffered in this war, who has?”
“Your reward will not be in accordance with your sufferings. It will be based on the efficiency with which you obey my orders. Read that——”
He handed to him a piece of paper on which he had scrawled his secret instructions.
Another he gave to Lynch.
“Hand them back to me when you read them, and I will burn them. These instructions are not to pass the lips of any man until the time is ripe—four bare walls are not to hear them whispered.”
Both men handed to the leader the slips of paper simultaneously.
“Are we agreed, gentlemen?”
“Perfectly,” answered Howle.
“Your word is law to me, sir,” said Lynch.