Chapter XXIV — Thwarted Crime
"That finishes the job."
It was Judge who spoke the satisfied words to Harvey Bronlon. Deacon, stooped near the wall, closed the lid of a packing case, in which were stacked piles of paper money. The three were in the subterranean strong room under Harvey Bronlon's garage. The iron door was closed.
They were safe there.
Deacon clamped the cover of the last packing case. The big boxes stood in a row, beside a line of opened coffins. The transfer of a vast amount of cash had been effected.
"Come on," said Bronlon.
He led the way from the room. He locked the iron door behind him. The three men walked through a long, dark passage, back to the house, then up a flight of steps, and at last arrived in Bronlon's smoking room.
"When Critz calls up, we're all right," he declared with an insidious leer. "Now that The Shadow's taken care of, our game is safe."
"We must speed matters, however," declared Judge. "With more than two million tucked away, I think it would be best to let the security business ride."
"I think you're right," returned Bronlon. "I can get you that job in the East at any time. Let the new president hold the bag."