"I've helped bury the dead," said Frenchy with a laugh.
"I could have done that alone," said Chefano. "Nevertheless, you've been useful. If anything had gone wrong outside, you would have found it out. You've been watching the papers this week?"
"I have. They haven't traced any of the missing men as far as Harrisburg."
"Good. I figured they were all sworn to secrecy. Each one made a clever get-away out of town, expecting he'd be back soon."
"I haven't any dope on the Englishman."
"I didn't expect that. He had a long way to come. Maybe he won't show up. If so, it will be an extra coffin. You earned your pay, Frenchy, when you found out about Cooper."
* * *
Frenchy shrugged his shoulders. "It's all been easy," he said. "Too easy, Chefano. Maybe we will have trouble before we are through with it."
"Forget it, Frenchy. This thing has been planned by a real mind. I'll show you how safe we are. First thing, old Coffran doped it out. He sent for me. I came from Europe and brought you with me. We've been operating over there for years, and they haven't begun to track us. We both talk English better than most American crooks. When a foreigner learns the language, he doesn't talk in gangland slang.
"You had the first job — posing as Harvey Duncan's nephew. The old man was so delirious we could have sent Jupe to do the work, only he couldn't have made his way past the front door. The old servant—"