The old detective peered in.
The scene which met his gaze at once interested him.
There were the five precious villains. At a table sat the Tough Trio.
Beside them were Doctor Scraggs and Napoleon Blood.
On the table were a number of papers.
“You know, curse ye, that ye agreed to keep the girl until she dies,” said Blood, in an angry tone. “And now you want to back out.”
“I never had any luck with women patients,” said Scraggs, persistently, “and I know what I’m talking about. You must pay me good money to keep her here.”
“Why more for her than any other patient?” growled Blood.
“She gives us more trouble.”
“Bah! You’re over nice!”