"In other words, you think we have a fifty-fifty chance with the police?"
"Better than that, perhaps. I think, though, that if we do get nailed, we should stop Perkins from blabbing--and stop him effectually."
"I see," said Sadie. "Let him bump off the pair over there--then take him for a ride?"
"Be still, carissima!" Doctor Martinelli was interested. "I see what Mike is driving at. He fears that if things should by chance go wrongly, Harry Perkins would try to save his precious skin by turning state's evidence. And that if he were forced to--er--place these two young people where they will do the least harm, Mr. Perkins will not be in a position himself to turn state's evidence--that is, of course, should it become necessary. That is your reason for not voting with the rest of us?"
"It is, Doctor. Do you wish to vote on it again?"
"Not necessarily. I consider your plan adequate."
"But why make the biggest mistake--of murdering us?" Bill entered the conversation.
Dorothy leaned toward him. "It's no use, Bill," she whispered steadily. "They've made up their minds--and you heard what the Doctor said in the other room!"
Bill did not attempt to reply, for Doctor Martinelli was speaking again.
"And why, in your opinion, are we making a mistake in putting you and Miss Dixon out of the running?" he inquired affably. "Take your time, young man, answer carefully. We are in no hurry--until Mr. Harry Perkins arrives."