“Look here,” cried Vench. “What is going on around here? What kind of a game are you playing, Paul?”
“I can’t tell you that unless you agree to do certain things for us,” Morro persisted.
“Okay. What do you want me to do? If I think it is straight, I’ll probably help you,” Vench went on.
Morro smiled. “If it is straight? I think you are more particular about ‘straightness’ than you were in Paris, my friend.”
A faint spot of red showed briefly in Vench’s cheeks. “I am more particular,” he agreed firmly. “I was never dishonest, Paul, but I’m more careful of what I do now than I was. I’ve learned a thing or two in that school. What is your proposition?”
“My companion and I want you to open the doors for us and let us into your school on any night we want to come in,” Morro declared.
“Let you into the school!” cried Vench. “What for?”
“I can’t tell you now. You’ll have to have faith in us and do as we tell you. Later on we’ll explain all.”
“You’d have to explain right now before I’d do a stunt like that,” declared Vench with conviction. “I don’t like the sound of that. Why should you want to get into the school at night?”
“I will not tell you,” affirmed Morro.