Publisher's Synopsis
"What's the move?" enquired Kenneth Kenyon. "Ask me another, old son," replied his chum, Peter Bramsdean. "Fosterdyke is a cautious old stick, but he knows what's what. There's something in the wind, you mark my words." "Then you're going to see him?" "Rather! And you too, old bean. Where's a pencil? We can't keep the telegraph boy waiting."
