Judge pondered for a moment; then smiled grimly.
"Remember what I said here last night?" he questioned. "About sending my three chief men out on survey work? Well, that's gone into effect. The announcement went to the newspapers. That gives us a breathing spell, so far as the first problem is concerned."
"But what about the cash—"
Bronlon's question was an anxious gasp.
"Out tonight," said Judge firmly. "Deacon is here. He has come to examine the caskets, and to see about purchasing some additional ones. You and he go over to the storage room. I happen to go along."
"Shall we ship them out again?"
"No. It will be a transfer. It won't take us long, will it, Deacon?"
"Not a great while," replied Deacon.
"The money goes into those packing cases," said Judge quietly. "We've held them there for emergency. The truck can take the cases away early in the morning. After that — well, that has all been planned."
"All right," said Bronlon, his tone easing.