"No," he said, "I didn't go looting for my country's sake, nor the world's. I just happened to pick up two little things belonging to a friend of mine." And, turning, he put the Ambrotox and the formula into Caldegard's hand, smiling his crooked smile.
"That's the lot," he murmured, and laid his head on his arms, folded upon the table.
An uncomfortable pause was broken by the entrance of a constable with a card.
"Gentleman wishes to know if Mr. Richard Bellamy is here," he said to the superintendent.
But Dick did not move.
His brother bent over him.
"The boy's fast asleep," he said.
Finucane passed the card to Randal.
"'George Bruffin,'" he read out. "Better ask him up, superintendent, if you don't mind."
Sir Gregory had been feeling himself pushed aside. He had taken the sow, it seemed, by the wrong ear. And now, the great Bruffin and his millions!