"I robbed some one of this to-night—yes, fairly and squarely—down in the quarry. It was their go-between, their secret letter-carrier from France—a smuggling captain. These dispatches should be in De Rothan's hands. He came down to the quarry, but we had packed his man off with the fear of God in him."
Nance's head was very close to Jasper's shoulder as she bent to look at the papers.
"What are they?"
"Messages in cipher. One has to find out the code. But you see what all this means."
She did see it, and her face was white and serious in the moonlight.
"It means danger for us."
"Unless we smother it."
"But what will you do?"
He replaced the case in his pocket.
"It seems to me that I have two causes to serve, to put an end to this system of spying, and to save your father from ruining himself. There is only one thing to be done; deal with De Rothan."