"
"Still, I hope for a few more good consignments. I suppose you remain
confident that the Sergeant has no suspicions as regards that particular
aspect of the matter?"
"I'm sure of it, up to the present. Of course there might be an accident,
but with him and Mrs. Wiles both off the premises at night, it's hardly
likely; and I never let the bag out of my sight while it's in the room
with them, hardly out of my hand."
"I should like to trust him, but it's hardly fair to put such a strain on
his loyalty."
"Much safer not, sir, as long as we're not driven to it. After all
though, I believe the fellow is out to redeem his character, his isn't an
unblemished record."
"But the work, the physical labor, entailed on you, Hector!"
"Make yourself easy about that, sir. I'm as strong as a horse. The work's
good for me. Remember I've had four years' service."
Mr. Saffron smiled pensively. "It would have been funny if we'd met over
there! You and I!"
"It would, sir," laughed Beaumaroy. "But that could hardly have happened
without some very curious accident.
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