"That's good," he said cheerfully. "One doesn't like to leave a pal in the lurch—especially in Livadia."
He took a sheet of paper from the case in front of him, and in his best handwriting copied out the following address.
SEÑOR JAMES DALE,
Garage Anglais,
Praca D. Porto,
Portriga.
"I think it would be simplest," he said, "if you just told him that the Betty was expected at Braxa in two days' time. He would probably like to see me, even if there's nothing the matter."
Congosta took the paper and glanced at its contents.
"If the thing is possible it shall be done," he repeated.
Tony put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cheque book.
"And now let's get to work," he observed. "I shall be pretty busy if we are going to sail to-morrow morning, so I think I had better leave the cartridge business entirely to you. I will give you an open cheque on my bank, and you can cash it on your way back."
Congosta nodded his approval. "That will be the easiest plan," he said. "Then I can also make the arrangements for sending them off."
"'Steam yacht Betty, Southampton,' will be enough address," continued Tony, writing the cheque as he spoke. "I will wire my captain instructions to be on the lookout for them." He blotted the slip and handed it to Congosta. "I don't know what they will come to," he added; "I have made the cheque out for four thousand."