“Bah! No need of zat,” growled Durant. “He ees dead.”
“Yes, but——”
“Put ze body in ze odare room, and lock ze door. Nobodee find eet zare. Zere ees no blood to make zem look.”
“That is a good plan,” nodded Glanworth, who did not relish the idea of being left alone with a corpse, in case it might fall to his lot.
Durant arose.
“He will make no noises to disturb anybodee.” said the little anarchist. “He weel nevare disturb anybodee again.”
“We’ll see about that,” thought Frank. “I may still be able to create quite a disturbance for you.”
Durant walked over and kicked Frank in a vicious manner.
“Littul dev-val!” he snarled. “Where ees Montparnasse, Lenoir, Vaugirad, Verlain and Novesky? Blown to ten thousand pieces, and all by you! I swear I would leeve to see you dead, and now I haf kept zat pledge.”
Frank longed to leap up and grapple with the little wretch, but he remained perfectly quiet, as if not a spark of life remained in his body.