She shook her head and resumed her walk to and fro.
"Suppose they come?" she exclaimed, halting at the table opposite to him. "Suppose they come at dead of night? I might be murdered in my bed while I was asleep and only know it when I woke up to find myself killed."
Durham laughed.
"It's true, and you know it, Mr. Durham. Sure I never was so shaken and nervous as I am to-night! Could you send Brennan out when you return to the township?"
"I am afraid that is impossible," he said.
"But why? Sure the fellow has nothing to do but sleep, and he may as well sleep here as in his own quarters."
"He is on duty to-night."
"On duty? Now that the bank's robbed, I suppose he's guarding it? The horse is stolen, so you lock the door of the empty stable, Mr. Durham; but where there's a chance of another horse being stolen you let it look after itself as best it may. And that's what you call doing your duty and earning the money we poor unfortunate taxpayers have to provide for you!"
"I am afraid I cannot discuss that matter with you, Mrs. Burke," he said coldly.
"No!" she retorted hotly. "No, you can't. All you can do is to put the only constable in the place to guard an empty bank——"