Chapter 42

"The point really is immaterial," he murmured. "That fool Blantyre dare not speak; Drummond can't. By the way, what has become of Scheidstrun?" "I sent him and his wife off this evening," said Freyder. "The pilot said he could make Brussels to-night, and finish the journey to-morrow." "Excellent, Freyder--excellent," said Mr. Robinson. "And the slight inconvenience of Blantyre knowing that I have not destroyed the notes is amply compensated for by the possession of our young friend here." "But it will mean alte…