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excepting those two men and yourself--I can
surely trust you to obey--not a master's order, but a dying man's request.
Later on you will understand everything. Give me your word that you
will do nothing violent to secure what you may consider the safety of
that Green Box. ... Come, Caw."
"Will the diamonds--excuse the question--belong to Mr. Alan?"
"That is a question that shall be answered when the clock stops. Your
word?"
"I am bound to trust to your wisdom, sir," said Caw, slowly. "I promise,
sir. But if Mr. Bullard gives me a chance apart from diamonds, I
hope--"
"I hope nothing may happen to Mr. Bullard before the clock stops,"
said Christopher firmly. "And now I think that is all. Other details you
will find in your written instructions. Give me some of that
medicine--five drops--quickly!"
Caw sprang up, ran to the door and switched on the shaded light over
the table, ran back and administered the dose. Then with something like
a sob he cried: "Mr. Craig, oh, my dear master, I can't stand it any
longer," and pressed one of the white buttons.

"All right, Caw, all right," said Christopher kindly--and the glass fell
from his fingers. He did not appear to notice the mishap. "I'm afraid
Handyside will be annoyed, but I had to get the whole business
finished."
"Don't exhaust yourself, sir. Just try to think that everything will be
done as you wish."
"One thing more--failing the doctor, you may trust Miss Marjorie
Handyside in an emergency. And, Caw, don't forget--"
The door in the back wall opened noiselessly; and a tall bearded man in
tweeds, with the complexion of an outdoor worker, entered. Closing the
door he came quickly to the table.
"Sorry to trouble you, Handyside," said Christopher with a faltering
smile, "but the interfering Caw insisted."
The newcomer glanced a question at the servant.
"No, sir," said Caw. "No attack, but--"
"Have his bed made ready," interrupted the doctor, softly, and Caw left
the room.
"I've been overdoing it a little," the invalid said, apologetically, "but it
was in doing things that had to be done. I'll be all right presently, my
friend.... I say, Handyside, I want you and your daughter to come along
and take supper with me to-night. I haven't seen Marjorie for more than
a week."
"She has been away at her sister's for a few days. Only came home an
hour ago." Handyside let go his patient's wrist and moved over to the
hearth.
As he stared into the fire his face betrayed disappointment and grave
concern, but when he turned it was cheerful enough.
"Yes, Craig, you've overdone it to-day. However, I'll try to forgive you.

Only I'd like you to see Carslaw again--to-morrow."
"He can't do anything more for me--anything you can't do."
"Possibly not. Still, we must remember that I've been out of harness for
five years."
"I remember only that you have virtually kept me alive for the last
two."
"Your constitution did that," the doctor replied untruthfully. "And
you've been a good patient, you know, except once in a while."
"You've been a good friend, Handyside, though we met for the first
time only five years ago. Yes; I'll see Carslaw to please you. Now there
are several things I want to say to you--"
"They must keep," Handyside said firmly. "You are going to bed now."
"But I've asked you to fetch Marjorie--"
"That pleasure for her must keep also."
"Bed?" muttered Christopher. Then he looked straight at his friend, a
question at his lips.
At that moment Caw reappeared.
"I'm ready," said his master. "I say, Handyside, what do you think of
my new clock?" he asked as he was being wheeled to the door.
"I'll have a look at it later, Craig. It's not going yet."
"No"--gently--"not yet. Stop, Caw! Take me over to the window and
put out the lights."
Caw looked towards the doctor, who nodded as one who should say,
"What after all, can it matter now?"

At the window, for the space of five minutes, Christopher sat silent. A
full moon shone clear on the still waters and calm hills. From across the
loch twinkled little yellow homely lights. The evening steamer
exhibited what seemed a string of pale gems and a solitary emerald.
"Almost as beautiful," he murmured at last, "as diamonds." He
chuckled softly, then sighed. "Bed, Caw."
Within the hour he had a bad heart attack, and it was the forerunner of
worse.
Precisely at midnight Caw stole into the sitting-room and released the
pendulum. Thereafter he went down to the shore.
"Hard orders, dear master," he sighed, "but I'll carry them out to the
letter."
CHAPTER IV
In his home at Earl's Gate, Kensington, Mr. Lancaster had made an
indifferent meal