“And the others?”
“No—the others don’t count. It’s No. 7 with his own ways of working that frightens me. Because I don’t know who he is or where to look for him.”
Loraine shivered.
“I’ve been frightened,” she said in a low voice. “Ever since Gerry’s death …”
“You needn’t be frightened. There’s nothing for you to be frightened about. You leave everything to me. I tell you, Loraine— I’ll get No. 7 yet. Once we get him—well, I don’t think there’ll be much trouble with the rest of the gang, whoever they are.”
“ If you get him—and suppose he gets you?”
“Impossible,” said Jimmy cheerfully. “I’m much too clever. Always have a good opinion of yourself—that’s my motto.”
“When I think of the things that might have happened last night—” Loraine shivered.
“Well, they didn’t,” said Jimmy. “We’re both here, safe and sound—though I must admit my arm is confoundedly painful.”
“Poor boy.”
“Oh, one must expect to suffer in a good cause. And what with my wounds and my cheerful conversation, I’ve made a complete conquest of Lady Coote.”
“Oh! Do you think that important?”
“I’ve an idea it may come in useful.”