everal millions to-morrow."

Clay's words seemed to bear some special significance to Stuart and
MacWilliams, for they both laughed, and Stuart pushed Clay up the steps
before him.

"Come inside," he said. "That is why we are here. MacWilliams has
found out where Burke hid his shipment of arms. We are going to try and
get them to-night." He hurried into the dining-room, and the others
grouped themselves about the table. "Tell them about it, MacWilliams,"
Stuart commanded. "I will see that no one overhears you."

MacWilliams was pushed into Mr. Langham's place at the head of the long
table, and the others dragged their chairs up close around him. King
put the candles at the opposite end of the table, and set some
decanters and glasses in the centre. "To look as though we were just
enjoying ourselves," he explained, pleasantly.

Mr. Langham, with his fine, delicate fingers beating nervously on the
table, observed the scene as an on-looker, rather than as the person
chiefly interested. He smiled as he appreciated the incongruity of the
tableau, and the contrast which the actors presented to the situation.
He imagined how much it would amuse his contemporaries of the Union
Club, at home, if they could see him then, with the still, tropical
night outside, the candles reflected on the polished table and on the
angles of the decanters, and showing the intent faces of the young
girls and the men leaning eagerly forward around MacWilliams, who sat
conscious and embarrassed, his hair dishevelled, and his face covered
with dust, while Stuart paced up and down in the shadow, his sabre
clanking as he walked.

"Well, it happened like this," MacWilliams began, nervously, and
addressing himself to Clay. "Stuart and I put Burke safely in a cell
by himself. It was one of the old ones that face the street. There
was a narrow window in it, about eight feet above the floor, and no
means of his reaching it, even if he stood on a chair. We stationed
two troopers before the door, and sent out to a cafe across the street
for our dinners. I finished mine about nine o'clock, and said 'Good
night' to Stuart, and started to come out here. I went across the
street first, however, to give the restaurant man some orders about
Burke's breakfast. It is a narrow street, you know, with a long
garden-wall and a row of little shops on one side, and with the
jail-wall taking up all of the other side. The street was empty when I
left the ja