So you needn't worry on that score. Or do you?"
Desmond laughed.
"No-o-o!" he said slowly, "but I'm rather young to die. Is it
absolutely necessary for me to disappear?"
"Absolutely!" responded the Chief firmly.
"But how will we manage it?" asked Desmond.
"Catch the leave-boat to-night and don't worry. You will receive
your instructions in due course."
"But whey shall I see you again?"
The Chief chuckled.
"Depends entirely on yourself, Okewood," he retorted. "When
you're through with your job, I expect. In the meantime, Miss
Mackwayte will act between us. On that point also you will be
fully instructed. And now I must fly!"
"But I say, sir," Desmond interposed hastily. "You haven't told
me what I am to do. What part am I to play in this business
anyway?"
"To-morrow," said the Chief, buttoning up his goat, "you become
Mr. Basil Bellward!"
CHAPTER VIII. THE WHITE PAPER PACKAGE
A taxi was waiting in Pall Mall outside the club and Desmond
hailed it, though secretly wondering what the driver would think
of taking him out to Seven Kings. Rather to his surprise, the man
was quite affable, took the address of the house where Barbara
was staying with her friends and bade Desmond "hop in."
Presently, for the second time that day, he was heading for the
Mils End Road.
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