There are plenty of ways of getting rid of him
for a time."
"It wouldn't be worth while," Thew said simply. "One doesn't commit
crimes for such carrion."
Rentoul had struggled into a sitting posture. He was dabbing feebly at
his forehead with an overperfumed handkerchief.
"I wanted to make peace at Headquarters," he whined. "I want to be
left alone. I should not have told them anything."
"That may or may not be," Jocelyn Thew replied. "All that I am fairly
sure of is that you will keep your mouth shut now. You know," he went
on, his voice growing a shade more menacing, "that I never threaten
where I do not perform. I may not be over here myself, but there will
be a few men left in New York, and one word from your lips--even a
hint--and your life will pay the forfeit within twenty-four hours. You
will be watched for a time--you and a few others of your
kidney--watched until the time has gone by when anything you could say
or do would be of account."
"Have you anything more to say to me?" the man stammered. "I feel
faint."
His persecutor threw open the door.
"Nothing! Get into your car and drive home. Keep out of sight and
hearing for a time. You are no particular ornament nor any use to any
country, but remember that everything you have done, you have done
when the country of your birth was in trouble and the country of your
adoption was at peace.
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