In the now brightly lighted laboratory Molloy sat negligently on the end of a bench and lifted his eyebrows a little.
“Well, I didn’t,” he said.
“Where is it?”
“In a place of safety.”
Ember shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, we’ve pulled it off,” he said. “By the way, the fact of the sale is known. We’ve had an interfering young jack-in-office down here making inquiries, and Sir William has gone up to town in a very considerable state of nerves.”
“The Anarchist Uncle,” said Jane to herself, “has been selling the Government Formula ‘A.’ He doesn’t trust Mr. Ember enough to hand the money over. Pleasant relations I’ve got!”
Molloy whistled again, a long-drawn note with a hint of dismay in it.
“I wonder who let the cat out of the bag,” he said.
“These things always leak out. It doesn’t really signify. With this money at our command we can complete our arrangements at once, and be ready to strike within the next few weeks. You and Belcovitch had better keep out of the way until the time comes. He should be here in four days’ time, travelling by the route we settled; then you’ll have company. You must both lie close here.”