"And then?"
"That will be a question between you and me." Ferail reflected for a few minutes.
"Do you mean that I shall be arrested the moment we arrive at Seattle?" he said.
"How long respite do you want?"
"Twenty-four hours."
Wallion lighted a cigar and attentively watched the Greek. "I shall shadow you," he said.
"If I were Toroni it might, perhaps, prove dangerous," he remarked.
"I am not concerned about my own safety; you shall have your twenty-four hours, but I shall not be far off, I give you warning."
Ferail sank listlessly back in his corner and closed his eyes. "I accept the bargain," he said.
"All right," replied Wallion, rising. "Good evening, Mr. Ferail," and without so much as a nod or offering his hand he left the smoking-room. When he came down he found Tom sound asleep, and he wondered whether he should wake the young man to tell him what had happened.