It was a strange game the men were playing, something far less quiet and controlled than poker, or any of the other American games that Lawrence was accustomed to see played by the men working round the planes. There was much slapping down of cards and a great deal of laughter from three of the players, while the fourth poured forth a steady stream of abuse and profanity. Strangely enough, while Lawrence was sure that they were foreigners, they all spoke English with no more accent than a slight twist of the syllables.

The game went on, and Lawrence gathered that one man was losing steadily.

Luck fluctuated between the others and they accepted gains or loss with careless unconcern. Not so the fourth man. He lost money as painfully as a man loses his very blood. It put him in a sort of wild panic, yet he could not leave the game. He kept hoping for a turn in the bad luck which pursued him and played on, cursing his luck, the cards, the unsteady light, and his partners themselves. Finally his evil temper commenced to grate on the mood of the other three. They too commenced to be faultfinding, until the dealer swept the cards together and announced that the game was over.

The men did not trouble to rise; they merely kicked the table over, and leaned back in their chairs.

“What of the night?” said one of them, peering out the crack of the big door.

“Clear as a bell,” said another, “and the moon big as the dial of the clock at Nuremberg. I say we take the two planes and go out.”

Lawrence felt a small chill travel down his spine. He held his breath for the answer, while all his muscles tautened for a quick retreat.

“Not tonight,” answered the oldest man. “The machines both need tuning up. I have worked on that dirigible so constantly that I have neglected all else. But there is no haste. No haste whatever, with their broken dirigible and what happened last night.” He commenced to laugh, and in response the man who had lost at cards began to swear again.

“Yes; what happened last night?” he said. “A knock-out staged by a pair of fools!”

“It was an accident,” said another man sulkily. “Fifteen minutes before I saw him at the Army and Navy Club. Then I opened the door, after seeing that every servant in the place was sleeping sweetly, and there he sat and he saw me. There was nothing else to do. The Chief had forbidden a fight. I gave him a good knock. Wonder if I killed him!”

“I don’t think so,” said the oldest man. “I stepped on his leg as I was going around the table, after we had looked over his papers, and there was a live feel to the flesh. You should have struck to kill. Then there would have been a hue and cry and we could have worked so much better. He is the master mind.”

“We have nothing to do with him, of course, but it galls me to think any man can be so close. Not a soul knows what he will do next, that Ridgeway; no one knows where he will turn. I cannot understand why he was so careless with that dirigible, leaving it there in that hangar for all the world to see. And advertising it for traffic! Now as soon as it is in shape again, I must deface our dirigible with just the same marks and mends. It must be so similar that not even the driver of the Ridgeway machine, after we kidnap him, will feel the least hesitation about taking our dirigible where he has been ordered to go.”

“When will we see the Chief?” asked the loser at cards.

“I have been expecting him since yesterday,” said the oldest man, “but he won’t take the chance of coming out in daylight now.”

They sat smoking, and Lawrence, whose chances seemed to be getting slimmer every moment, wondered how he could escape before the men made a move. He was not sure that his feet were not sticking out at the other side of the plane, and although the hangar was pitch dark except where the dim light above the group of men made it possible for them to see, Lawrence did not like to feel that they might at any moment make a move toward the small door back of him, and trip over him. But there was not a chance of moving while they sat silently smoking. If they would only commence to talk!

As they sat engrossed in their pipes a current of air fanned Lawrence and he knew that the big door of the hangar had silently swung open. He heard the four men spring to their feet as a soft voice said, “Good evening!”

“Good evening, Excellency,” said the four, and the newcomer replied in an irritated tone:

“Not that! How many times have I told you not to call me Excellency? There are no longer any Excellencies. I am plain Mr. Smith. Such a good, honest name and a good, honest man! You know I travel for a book concern, and all my anxiety is for the number of copies of their book I sell. Do you understand?”

“Yes, your—Mr. Smith,” said the men, and Mr. Smith sat down on the nearest chair.

“Shut that door,” he ordered. “Why do you infernal blockheads leave it open with all this light streaming out?”

“It was closed until you came in, Mr. Smith,” said the oldest man in an apologetic, submissive tone.

“Then all the more reason for shutting it!” said the newcomer.

He felt in his pocket and drew out a silver cigarette case. One of the little tubes fell out as he fumbled for it, and selecting another, the man lighted it and commenced to smoke. His back was squarely toward Lawrence, and even his figure was not discernible in the poor light.

Lawrence settled himself for whatever was to come. He knew somehow that a single move on his part would be detected by a pair of ears far keener than those others. In fact, there was something so sinister about the carriage and tone of the man who called himself Mr. Smith that Lawrence was not at all sure that he would not turn at any moment and say, “Come out of your hiding place, Lawrence Petit!” He felt himself grow cold all over. Once a rattlesnake had crawled over his foot and he had stood like a statue waiting for the deadly thing to creep away without being stirred to anger, and the same feeling of oppression chilled him now. He knew instinctively that he was in the presence of the most deadly and merciless human being he had ever encountered. Yet all he could pin his feeling to was the dim shadow of a form and the sound of a voice which was certainly soft and agreeable to the ear.

The cigarette which had fallen out lay on the ground and added to the boy’s danger. If Smith or one of the others should stoop to pick it up, they might easily discover him. As the oldest man commenced to talk, Lawrence made a cautious movement backward. That instant Smith held up a hand and whispered, “Silence!”

Lawrence stilled his very heart beats. For an interminable time there was not a sound, then Smith lowered his hand and said, “Go on! I was sure I heard something, but I must have been mistaken. If I lose my sense of hearing I will be out of luck.”

The men laughed in a guarded way. “If you lose nine-tenths of it and nine-tenths of your eyesight, you will be about like the rest of us,” said the oldest man.

“Thanks!” said Mr. Smith dryly. “Now for a report. Did you discover anything at all at the Ridgeways? I presume you went, as I ordered.”

“Yes, we went all right,” someone answered out of the gloom. “It came near being a good deal of a mess. We got in the house all right. I had been there for two days looking over the electric wiring for the city, and had seen to it that all the servants went to bed with just enough dope in their food to insure them a good night’s sleep. Then we went outside to look things over, and I went downtown and ran right into the gentleman. So I dogged him, and he went into the Army and Navy Club, and I came back. I walked, and he must have taxied because when we opened the door from the hall, there he was sitting in the library in the dark. I can’t imagine what he was doing that for. He was wide awake and when I opened the door he turned round. Of course I had to hit him.”

“Well, what next?” asked Smith as the other paused.

“It was a good one,” said the man. “He fell like a sack of sand, and we switched on a light and went through everything in two minutes. There is not a thing there. Not a thing, and no wall safe, and no secret drawers!”

“Well, that is odd,” mused the newcomer. “You left him unconscious?”

“Yes, but he was alive,” said the man.

“I don’t understand,” said Smith. “There was not a thing in the morning paper about this, and no mention of illness or anything else. I remember especially noticing that Hamilton Ridgeway would lay the cornerstone for a new orphanage or something of the sort this morning. I don’t believe you hit him at all!”

“He did!” said the third man. “It was such a crack that I was sure he had killed him.”

“Well, it is strange,” muttered the man called Smith. “We must find out more about this. Are you through with your electrical job?”

“Yes. I was careful to finish that up yesterday. That was why the butler asked me to supper in the servants’ hall. I made a hit with all of them belowstairs.”

Smith sat for a long while thinking. “All right,” he said finally. “I will have a look at things. You had better go back to your old job at the Ridgeway field. Say you have been off because you were sick. And put down a note of every scratch and dent and seam on that dirigible of theirs so you can reproduce it. Remember one thing. There are powerful forces back of us, but all they want is the papers that will sooner or later go across in that dirigible.

“What we want is money, and I tell you, men, if this thing goes through, it will bring us millions. Just that: millions!”

A sort of stifled groan of covetousness went up from the listeners.

“If we succeed there will never be a time when we will any of us have to do another stroke of work. If we fail, it will mean death. Fail? Why, you won’t dare to fail! I will kill any man of you with my own hand if he shows the white feather.”

He laughed, and Lawrence thought he heard the rattles of the coiled snake ready to spring. The men listened in silence. Lawrence wondered if his face carried the same chill as his words and voice.

After a pause, one of the men spoke. “I think we are all taking big chances,” he said. “All I object to is working in the dark. Here we are working and plotting, killing if necessary, all on the promise of immense rewards, yet you will not tell us where these rewards are hidden. It all rests on your word.”

“Did I ever fail you?” asked Smith violently, striking his hand on his knee. “What about the jewel robbery in Paris? The diamonds in New York? Did I even send them to Amsterdam for recutting before showing them to you, and weighing them up? Was there not a fair division when the job was done? You thankless dogs, you would be picking pockets if I had not taken charge of you!”

“That is all right, Chief,” said the big man, “but it would give us a good deal more interest if we could know where all this money is being kept.”

Smith laughed. “I suppose you want to know so if I should get a tap on the head myself some night you could go after it. Isn’t that about it?”

“No,” said the man, “but part of it is true. What if anything should really happen to you? Where would we be?”

“And suppose I should tell you on my word of honor that the riches are buried here, right here in this hangar, where would I be?”

Somehow Lawrence sensed a straining forward of the four listeners.

“Sit still, sit still!” said Smith. “It is not here, so it won’t pay you to dig a nice hole in search of it, and incidentally bury me after you have finished. No, the treasure—ah, such treasure, glittering, golden, jewelled treasure such as you have never dreamed of, is not here. It is quite safe elsewhere. Quite, quite safe!”

Again he laughed.

“Where is it?” asked the oldest man again. “We want to know!”

“Perhaps it is only fair,” said Smith, shrugging his shoulders. He took out another cigarette and lighted it leisurely. “Perhaps it is only fair,” he repeated. “Besides, you might like to go and look at the beautiful strong old casket that holds the jewels and treasure. Well, then if you must know,” he blew a cloud of smoke tantalizingly toward them. “Your treasure, and mine, is in the United States Treasury.”

“You, you—” sputtered the oldest man.

“Don’t tell me I lie,” warned the smooth voice. “I do occasionally, but no man dares to tell me that I do. And this is the truth. Your treasure and mine is in the Treasury Building. Until it is taken out, we must wait. Even I cannot offer to break into that stronghold.”

“I don’t understand,” said the loser at cards.

“Of course you don’t!” said Smith. “You don’t have to! Only one head is needed on a body. I am the head. Do my bidding, you hands and feet, and all will be well. Millions, remember; millions, and one-fourth to be divided amongst you. I am going,” he said, abruptly dismissing the topic. “Come!”

He rose, and before Lawrence could gather himself for the shock of discovery, the group, led by the rattlesnake, passed out the big door of the hangar, and Lawrence heard the lock snap loudly.