The valet scowled.
"Do you think I'm holding any back on you? Ma foi, non!"
Keralio, still counting, fixed his assistant with steely, piercing eyes.
"No, François, I think you know me too well for that. You know I never forget a service; you also know I never forgive anyone who crosses my will."
The valet shrugged his shoulders. In an injured tone he asked:
"What's all ze talk about? I work well for you. I do your dirty work, n'est ce pas? I never complain—I am faithful. What more would you have?"
"Why should you complain? You get your share," rejoined his chief sternly.
The valet was silent and Keralio went on:
"A few days more and we'll be rid of all the new stuff. Then we'll take down the presses and carry away the parts, piece by piece. When we're ready to leave this hole, there won't be a shred of evidence left. Have you heard any news from our man in Washington? What are the secret service men doing?"
"Ze alarm is given. Zey have spotted several of ze bills. Half a dozen of ze cleverest sleuths in ze country have been put on our trail. Zey will not succeed. Ze scent is cold. We've got zem completely doped."