"The enclosure?" Mr. Carter smiled dryly. "In the vaults of the Bank. I am taking no chances." "You don't think"--the Prime Minister hesitated a minute--"that it would be better to open it now? Surely we ought to secure the document, that is, provided the young man's guess turns out to be correct, at once. We can keep the fact of having done so quite secret." "Can we? I'm not so sure. There are spies all round us. Once it's known I wouldn't give that"--he snapped his fingers--"for the life of those two girls. No, the boy trusted me, and I shan't let him down." "Well, well, we must leave it at that, then. What's he like, this lad?"
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