was there, she could not then say anything to my detriment in case any part of the day's work was discovered.
Michael Stone was now dying rapidly, and I told his niece this.
"I must go now," I said. "I am sorry I cannot do anything more to help you—but—but I will come over again later, and then we must see about your affairs. I will do all I can for you. Good-bye."
I was anxious to get the gold off the premises, and I wasted no time in starting the car.
I am not an expert in motors, and you can imagine my horror when I found the thing would not start.
Here was a pretty kettle of fish—after all my care and scheming to find myself utterly baulked by a beastly motor.
What was I to do?
The gold must come out—a big business; and where was it to go?
I glared around in an ecstasy of rage and desperation. If Polly were not about! I retraced my steps to the house, and found the girl watching the now rapidly dying man.
"Polly," I said. "my motor refuses to move; I must get a man out here to see to it. Will
