Cullen's number two. We can't have the luck all the
time, though."
"I haven't dared to mention it in plain words," I answered, "because the
thought, the mere thought, of what might happen to Miss Eve is too
horrible! But the risk is there all the time. One doesn't deal in forged
notes or steal pearl necklaces for nothing; and you've an enemy in Cullen
if ever any one had. He means to get you both, and if you give him the
least chance he'll have no mercy."
I looked at them anxiously. The whole thing seemed to me so momentous.
Neither of them showed the slightest signs of fear or apprehension. Mr.
Parker, with his newly lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, was smiling a
smile of pleasant contentment. Eve, leaning back in her chair, with her
hands clasped round the back of her head, was gazing at me with a
bewitching little smile on her lips.
"I am not a bit afraid of Mr. Cullen," she declared softly.
"Between you and me," her father remarked, knocking the ash from his
cigar, "there's only one darned thing in this world we are afraid of and
that, thank the Lord, isn't this side of the Atlantic!"
The smile faded from Eve's lips. For a moment she closed her eyes--a
shiver passed through her frame.
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