"I don't know," he replied, indifferently, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well," she remarked, after a moment's reflection, "it will give us time to get away to Canada without them knowing our destination."
"Ma foi! Zat ees my object."
He was provided with a hammer and some nails, and taking the lid off the box, he saw that it was amply big to hold the detectives' bodies.
Some of the joints were shrunk open, he noticed, which would admit air for the officers to breathe. This would keep them alive some time if they were not killed some other way in transit.
He did not care much about that, however.
Calling his wife to aid him, he went into the next room where the two bound and gagged detectives laid upon the floor side by side.
Neither could move or speak.
They were wondering what their fate was to be.
It filled them with chagrin to reflect that this Frenchman had alone overpowered them without the slightest trouble.