Van Vernet, who had remained standing, hat in hand, before his chief, bowed deferentially, and continued silent. “There are no instructions,” continued the Chief. “You are to go to this address—it’s a very aristocratic locality—and act under the gentleman’s orders. He wants to deal with you direct; the case is more delicate than difficult, I fancy. I am only interested in the success or failure of your work.” [29]Taking the card from his outstretched hand, Vernet read the address. [29] “A. Warburton. No. 31 B—— Place.” A. Warburton. No. 31 B—— Place.” “When shall I wait upon Mr. Warburton?” “At once. Your entire time is at his disposal until the case is finished; then report to me.” Vernet bowed again, turned to go, hesitated, turned back, and said: “And the Raid?” “Oh, that—I shall give Stanhope charge of that affair. Of course he would like your assistance, but he knows the ground, and I think will make the haul. However, if you are not occupied to-morrow night, you might join them here.” “Thank you. I will do so if possible,” turning again to go. “Send Stanhope in, Vernet. I must settle this business about the Raid.” Opening the door softly, and closing it gently after him, Vernet approached his comrade, and laid a light hand upon his arm. “Richard, you are wanted.” “All right; are you off, Van?” “Yes;” putting his hat upon his head. “On a lay?”
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