"That's all right," said Judge. "They ran into trouble tonight. They were trapped, by The Shadow." In spite of himself, Deacon could not repress a low, startled exclamation.
"I was there," continued Judge, his voice scarcely audible. "I finished the hound with one shot. Luckily, nothing was heard. Major and Ferret dragged him away — into the passage."
"They didn't come to me—"
"Because I told them to wait for Butcher."
"Ah, that explains it."
"What instructions did you give Butcher?"
"I told him to leave, with Major and Ferret."
"Good! Major will see that all is right. He will put the body in one of the caskets. It's up to you to get it out."
"Monday," responded Deacon. "I'll take a look tomorrow, Judge. I don't want to go in there again, tonight. Leave it to me. I'll have a scheme figured out for Monday morning."
"You'll hear from me tomorrow night." said Judge. "I'm going for a trip with Bronlon in the morning. Either you or I will hear from Major, anyway."