"But Molly arrested! What's the charge?"
"Theft. An extradition warrant from Paris. That jeweller's affair in the Rue St. Honore, eighteen months ago."
"Well, I hope they won't bring forward other charges, or it will go infernally bad with her. What has The Sparrow done?"
"He's abroad somewhere--but I've had five hundred pounds from an unknown source to pay for her defence. I saw the solicitors. Brigthorne, the well-known barrister, appeared for her."
"But all this is very serious, my dear Howell," Benton declared, much alarmed.
"Of course it is. You can't marry the girl to young Henfrey until he is proved innocent, and that cannot be until the guilt is fixed upon the crafty old Giulio."
"Exactly. That's what we must do. But with Molly arrested we shall be compelled to be very careful," said Benton, as they turned toward Piccadilly Circus. "I don't see how we dare move until Molly is either free or convicted. If she knew our game she might give us away. Remember that if we bring off the Henfrey affair Molly has to have a share in the spoils. But if she happens to be in a French prison she won't get much chance--eh?"
"If she goes it will be ten years, without a doubt," Howell remarked.
"Yes. And in the meantime much can happen--eh?" laughed Benton.
"Lots. But one reassuring fact is that, as far as old Henfrey's fate is concerned, Mademoiselle's lips are closed. Whoever shot her did us a very good turn."
"Of course. But I agree we must fix the guilt upon old Cataldi. He almost as good as admitted it by his face when I taxed him with it. Why not give him away to the Nice police?"
"No, not yet. Certainly not," exclaimed Howell.
"It's a pity The Sparrow does not know about the Henfrey business. He might help us. Dare we tell him? What do you think?"
"Tell him! Good Heavens! No! Surely you are fully aware how he always sets his face against any attempt upon human life, and no one who has taken life has ever had his forgiveness," said Howell. "The Sparrow is our master--a fine and marvellous mind which has no equal in Europe. If he had gone into politics he could have been the greatest statesman of the age. But he is Il Passero, the man who directs affairs of every kind, and the man at the helm of every great enterprise. Yet his one fixed motto is that life shall not be taken."
"But in old Henfrey's case we acted upon our own initiative," remarked Benton.
"Yes. Yours was a wonderfully well-conceived idea. And all worked without a hitch until young Henfrey's visit to Monte Carlo, and his affection for that girl Ranscomb."