“I quite believe he does,” Statham admitted.
“That is why we should act at once,” Levi chimed in.
“And perhaps by a premature move spoil the whole of our chance of victory!” remarked the millionaire, very thoughtfully.
“Remember that Adam holds very strong cards in the game,” the butler urged, knocking the ash slowly from his cigar. Surely it was a queer, unusual scene, this conference of three!
“I have suspected something for some time past, Levi,” was his master’s response. “And I took steps to combat my enemies; but, unfortunately, I was not sufficiently wary, and I failed.”
“What, mon!” gasped the man from Glasgow; “ye don’t say ye’re at the mercy of those devils?”
“I tell you, Macgregor, that my position is more insecure than even you believe it to be,” was the response, in a low voice, almost of despair.
Levi and Duncan exchanged glances. The millionaire’s words were somewhat enigmatical, but the truth was apparent. Samuel Statham was in fear of some revelation which could be made by that shabby stranger whom he had seen idling at the Park railings.
“Tell me, Macgregor. Does Adam know you?”
“No.”