“You find-a da leak,” grunted Albano. “What-a you get-a you pay for? You want-a me do your work?”
“Well, half a dozen o' you wops get out o' here, that's all. D'youse all wanter be blown ter pieces wid dem pipes and cigarettes? Clear out,” growled Kennedy.
They retreated precipitately, and Craig hastily opened his bag of tools.
“Quick, Walter, shut the door and hold it,” exclaimed Craig, working rapidly. He unwrapped a little package and took out a round, flat disc-like thing of black vulcanised rubber. Jumping up on a table, he fixed it to the top of the reflector over the gas-jet.
“Can you see that from the floor, Walter?” he asked under his breath.
“No,” I replied, “not even when I know it is there.”
Then he attached a couple of wires to it and led them across the ceiling toward the window, concealing them carefully by sticking them in the shadow of a beam. At the window he quickly attached the wires to the two that were dangling down from the roof and shoved them around out of sight.
“We'll have to trust that no one sees them,” he said. “That's the best I can do at such short notice. I never saw a room so bare as this, anyway. There isn't another place I could put that thing without its being seen.”
We gathered up the broken glass of the gas drippings bottle, and I opened the door.
“It's all right, now,” said Craig, sauntering out before the bar. “Only de next time you has anyt'ing de matter call de company up. I ain't supposed to do dis wit'out orders, see?”