“But you know what inventors are,” said the American. “Sometimes these darned things won’t work.”
“A man like Sir Oswald Coote will have made no mistake,” said Mosgorovsky.
“Speaking as an aviator myself,” said No. 5, “the thing is perfectly feasible. It has been discussed for years—but it needed the genius of Eberhard to bring it to fruition.”
“Well,” said Mosgorovsky, “I don’t think we need discuss matters any further. You have all seen the plans. I do not think our original scheme can be bettered. By the way, I hear something about a letter of Gerald Wade’s that has been found—a letter that mentions this organisation. Who found it?”
“Lord Cunningham’s daughter—Lady Eileen Brent.”
“Bauer should have been on to that,” said Mosgorovsky. “It was careless of him. Who was the letter written to?”
“His sister, I believe,” said No. 3.
“Unfortunate,” said Mosgorovsky. “But it cannot be helped. The inquest on Ronald Devereux is tomorrow. I suppose that has been arranged for?”
“Reports as to local lads having been practising with rifles have been spread everywhere,” said the American.
“That should be all right then. I think there is nothing further to be said. I think we must all congratulate our dear one o’clock and wish her luck in the part she has to play.”
“Hurrah!” cried No. 5. “To Anna!”
All hands flew out in the same gesture which Bundle had noticed before.