“That is plain, for they are discussing the doings of the higher order.”
“And they do not seem pleased over it.”
“Not much!”
“It seems that there has been a serious split in the league.”
“Sure thing.”
“And that means—just what, Frank?”
“The moment the league gets out from behind the Black Brothers, the assassin band hunts its hole. Those creatures will no longer be dangerous. The league paid them to do its bloody work, and, when the league ceases to exist, the Brothers will cease to be.”
“You may be right.”
“I’m sure of it! Oh, my dear fellow, things are coming out all right in France! Justice may sleep for a time, but there comes an hour when she awakens. That hour has arrived.”
“Well, dow the hickens—I mean, how the dickens is it that you are so intensely interested in the business, anyway, Frank? You and Jack talk as if it might be a matter of life or death with you.”