Chapter 39

“Done me again!” he breathed. “Stolen the paper—the formula of the secret process....” Jim Barnett was moved to injured protest. “Dear old chap,” he observed, “when it’s a question of rendering a service to one’s fellow-men and to one’s country, what you designate as theft becomes the sheerest heroism. It is the highest manifestation of duty’s sacred fire, blazing within the breast of mere man.” He thumped himself significantly on the chest. “And personally, when duty calls, you will always find me ready, aye ready…