The men at the table filled their glasses and drank, Durant offering a toast to the success of their cause.
“This body must be disposed of,” said Glanworth, casting a glance toward the huddled form in the corner, and shuddering.
“Luptus will attend to that,” assured the bomb-thrower.
“It must not be removed from here till long after midnight.”
“Of course not. We will take no chances of being seen.”
“What is to be done with it?”
“It is to be sewed in a bag and sunk in the river.”
“Well, that is decidedly pleasant information!” thought the supposed dead boy.
Frank knew he was weak and helpless, therefore in no condition to battle with his enemies. There was little hope for him to escape.
“I suppose one of us had better remain here and watch the body till Luptus comes for it,” said the bomb-thrower.