Gyrth set his glass down on a small book-table beside him. “It’s a hell of a tale,” he said, “but I think I believe you.”
The pale young man shot him a grateful smile. “I’m so glad,” he said. “It makes the rest of our conversation possible.”
Val frowned. “I don’t see how they did it,” he said, ignoring Campion’s last remark. “The George in your fairy story: how did he set about it?”
Campion shrugged his shoulders. “That was easy enough,” he said. “It was so simple. That’s where the original gentleman’s gentleman was so clever. That’s what’s made the business what it is to-day. He simply set himself up as a ‘fence’, and let it be known in the right quarter he would pay a fabulous sum for the article indicated. I dare say it sounds rather like a ‘Pre-Raffleite’ Brotherhood to you,” he add
