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Airey's scruples seemed to be satisfied, for he said no more. He was quite content to sit there smoking a cigarette and watching Gilmour complete his preparations. This consisted mainly in filing away the stopcock to the cylinder, and strengthening the weak part with a solution of fluxite. When this was at length accomplished the cylinder was wrapped up in a piece of sacking, and placed under Airey's arms.
Half an hour later he was walking down the street with it, until at length he came to the nearest "Underground," and finally emerged into the open at Limehouse. He had his instructions. He was to send a telegram couched in certain words to Gilmour at his flat as soon as he had succeeded in secreting the cylinder somewhere in the cabin of the _Firefly, _ and he was to be at a certain spot in the neighbourhood of Crombies Wharf at nine o'clock on the following night.