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 Again there was a brief interlude of silence. Sadie, listening above, strained for every word. "And it will be a worse mess, unless we get away from here!"

It was Keudell speaking at last. He did so without apparent alarm, almost meditatively. He struck a match and looked at his watch. Then he spoke again. "Give the word to Breitman and Heinold. And make it where I said!"

"London?"

"Yes!"

"London in six days. Am I right?"

"That is right. But remember that we are watched. Go by way of St. Louis and take the Wabash back. Drop off at Detroit and hang over in Bartholomew's rooming-house in East Ferry Street until you get word from me."

"And you?" asked Andelman.

"I will go by the river, with McKensic. That is the only way left for me—with McKensic as far as Kingston, in the launch, and then the Lackawanna!"

"But where in London?"

That question remained for the moment unanswered for the door at the stair-head above them suddenly opened and the cautious but inquisitive