“I see,” said Desmond.
“I hope you don’t mind,” the Chief went on more seriously, “but I know you have no people to consider except your brother and his wife. She’s in America, and Francis can’t possibly hear about it. So you needn’t worry on that score. Or do you?”
Desmond laughed.
“No-o-o!” he said slowly, “but I’m rather young to die. Is it absolutely necessary for me to disappear?”
“Absolutely!” responded the Chief firmly.
“But how will we manage it?” asked Desmond.
“Catch the leave-boat to-night and don’t worry. You will receive your instructions in due course.”
“But when shall I see you again?”
The Chief chuckled.
“Depends entirely on yourself, Okewood,” he retorted. “When you’re through with your job, I expect. In the meantime, Miss Mackwayte will act between us. On that point also you will be fully instructed. And now I must fly!”