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The Princess had spoken confidentially enough, but it was quite evident to the two watchers that the man called Hawthorne was anything but easy in his mind. For a little time they conversed in low tones, till presently, with an impatient gesture, the woman flung in the direction of the door.
"Oh, come along," she said. "We can't stop chattering here all night. What on earth are you afraid of? You are nothing like the man you were a year ago. Here we are with everything in our hands again, the police baffled, and the object of our tender care under what is practically my own roof. Nobody will know that car came down from London. It'll be back in the garage in an hour's time and, after our faithful ally has done with it, it will be impossible for anybody to find that it has been out. And look at the stake. We've got those people in San Francisco exactly where we want them, and they'll have to pay our price whether they want to or not. Just think of it. Four million dollars to cut up between us two. And goodness knows what those jewels of Silas Oakes' are worth. Now, let's get back to the hotel."