“You knew too much,” he said. “You know nothing, now!”
Bob laid the revolver on the desk. He sat looking at Hodgson’s body while he called a number on the telephone. Sure that he was talking to the person he desired, Bob Galvin gave a simple, quiet order:
“Come up to see ‘em as soon as you can,” he said. “I have changed my plans. There is work for us to do.”
He laid aside the telephone and sat grinning at the gruesome form on the floor.
CHAPTER V
MURDERERS PLOT
“Tonight’s the night, Briggs!”
“So that’s what the Boss told you, eh, Bob?”
The two men who were talking sat in that same study that had once belonged to Theodore Galvin.
One of them was the young man who called himself Bob Galvin. The other was a big, powerful fellow, who was dressed in the quiet clothes of a servitor — almost the identical garb that Hodgson had been wont to wear.