"Only two of the coffins left," he said. "One ought to do, though, Chefano."
"I didn't know that at first, Frenchy," said the other man. "Still we may need the other after all. We may have trouble on the last night."
"You have the credentials."
"Yes, but we can never tell what may happen."
The newcomer laughed. His face was not unpleasant. His teeth were perfect, and his eyes, though crafty, were well set. His nose alone marred his features. It was rather flat, with a noticeable bulge at the bridge.
His laugh was contagious. It brought a sinister smile from Chefano. The dark-faced man's lips began to twist.
"If anything happens," "Frenchy" said, "it will be to our advantage. The game has gone well so far, Chefano. The only trouble is that it has been too long."
"Not for you," was the reply. "Your part is easy. One night a week is all you work, while I've been here on the job all along."
"I don't see why you stay."
"That's because you don't know how much trouble Jupe can make. It was bad enough getting him here. If I could leave him alone, I could get along without your help. I could go back and forth myself. You haven't done anything but bring that one letter from Coffran and take back my reply."