“I should have thought,” I remarked, “that it would be almost impossible for anyone to ‘disappear’ nowadays.”

“It’s all very well for you to sit there being funny, Tommy. It would do you no harm to do a little brain work too.”

“Oh, Lord, you millionaires! You don’t talk the same language! Climb aboard the lugger. Here’s your ticket. Whittington’s your man.”

“That’s all very well. But more money is essential. No money—no results!”

“The sparklers belonged to him. Finest collection of emeralds in the world. Worth a million dollars!”

“The price, at any rate, would have to be enormous,” she said lightly. “It would be beyond the power of anyone but a millionaire to pay.”

“I guess that’s good as far as it goes. But it’s for us to get busy and do something.”

“My dear young lady, as far as I recollect I only mentioned that there were equally good situations to be obtained elsewhere.”

The gravity of his manner impressed them, and Tuppence felt less ashamed of her attack of “nerves.”

“Send it up if you like, but we’d better stick to the train. The great thing is to keep calm.”

“Well, I don’t know that I should go so far as to say that. But it’s certainly fortunate for all parties that we’ve managed to find the young lady.”

“I don’t know. I’ve got the wind up somehow. Keep fancying there’s some one following us.”

“I suppose when they got the treaty she—wasn’t any good to them any longer, and they were afraid to let her go.”

“Sorry I lost my temper. In case I don’t see you again, good-bye. I’ve been offered a job in the Argentine, and might as well take it.

“Stay here! When I begin to sing, watch that window.”

“She’s not allowed to leave the house—though it’s safe enough really. The little fool has lost her memory, curse her!”

“I think I almost hypnotized myself. After a while, I almost forgot that I was really Jane Finn.

“You outwitted me. I make my acknowledgments. But you will not do it again.”

“Tommy’s been the goods this trip! And, instead of sitting there as dumb as a fish, let him banish his blushes, and tell us all about it.”

“I love you now, Julius,” said Jane Finn. “I loved you that first moment in the car when the bullet grazed your cheek....”