"We'll have to overlook that point, Matt. The lady will come to the door, and all you will have to say is that the package is a valuable one and comes from the Man from Cape Town. She will understand, although I haven't been able to see her, or to send her word."
"Bank on me, old fel," answered Dashington, hardly able to conceal the exultation he felt.
"Get a receipt from the lady, Matt."
"Sure. I always get a receipt when I deliver a valuable package."
"And bring the receipt to me here, to-morrow."
"That's me. Anything else, Townsend?"
"Nothing, Matt, except to say that you're the only person I'd trust to deliver those diamonds. Why, I wouldn't even let Cassidy do the errand! I was to deliver the stones personally, but it would be some time before I could do that and I can't stand it any longer to have such valuable property around me."
"I'm next to how you feel, all right, and I don't blame you."
"Of course I could have sent Cassidy to the lady and have had her come here, but that fellow across the street might have seen her come, and if he's connected with the people I think, then it's a dangerous gang who are laying to get hold of those stones."
Dashington pushed the bag under his sweater and got up.