lans are perfect, I think."

"It's easy enough to make plans when you know just what the other side
are going to do," observed Dunn. "There's one point more. Miss Cayley--I
mentioned her in one of the notes I sent you through Burns."

"Yes, I remember--Deede Dawson's step-daughter," said Walter. "I suppose
she is in it?"

"She is not; she knows nothing," declared Dunn vehemently.

"But it was she who took away poor Charley's body, wasn't it?" asked
Walter. "But for that you would have had evidence enough to act on at
once, wouldn't you?"

"She did not know what she was doing," Dunn replied. "And now she is in
danger herself. I am convinced Deede Dawson is growing afraid of her,
he dropped hints; I'm sure he is planning something, perhaps he means
to murder her as well. So besides these other arrangements I want to see
that there's a trustworthy man watching here. I don't anticipate that
there's any immediate danger--it's almost certain that if he means
anything he will wait till he sees how this other business is turning
out. But I want some one trustworthy to be at hand in case of need. You
will see to that?"

"Oh, yes, I can spare Simmonds; I'll send him," answered Walter.
"Though, I must say, my dear chap, I don't think I should trouble much
about that young lady. But it can be easily managed, in fact everything
you want me to do is easy enough; I only wish some of it was a bit
difficult or dangerous."

"You're a good chap, Walter," said Dunn, putting his hand on the other's
shoulder again. "Well, I think it's all settled now. I tell you I'm
looking forward a good deal to four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I feel
as if I would give all I possess to know who it is."

"Don't make that offer," Waiter said with a smile, "or the fates may
accept it."

"I feel as though there's only one thing in the world I want one half so
much," Dunn said. "As to know who this--devil is."

"Devil?" repeated Walter. "Well, yes, devil's a word like any other."

"I think it's justified in this case," said Dunn sternly. "Poor Charley
Wright dead! One thing I can't understand about that is how they got him
back here when you saw him in London when you did. But they're a cunning
lot. They must have worked it somehow. Then Clive. I feel to blame for
Clive's death--as if I ought to have managed better and saved him. Now
there's this other devilry they are planning. I tell you, Walter, I
feel the whole world will be a sweeter place aft