"Go to it," interposed Judge. "But use good judgment. I'm counting on you and Deacon. This is a ticklish situation. From what Delmar said, this man Wellington may be smart. We have to take it for granted that he knows too much. Act accordingly."
Major nodded. He swung about and left the room. Ferret and Butcher, somewhat perplexed, looked to Judge for an explanation. They got none.
Instead, Judge motioned them to sit down. Then, in a quiet, methodical tone, he began to outline the work they were to do.
Ferret's eyes gleamed as Judge unfolded his plan. Butcher's plump face showed a brutal grin. Judge was explaining a crafty scheme that concerned the affairs of Roland Delmar and the County National Bank.
Chapter IX — Mad Murder
A man stopped at the side entrance of the County National Bank. He rang a bell, and waited until the metal door was unclosed. He was facing a watchman, who stood with gun in hand, The watchman's flashlight beamed upon the visitor's face.
"Hello, Mr. Salisbury," said the watchman.
He slipped his revolver back into its holster, and nudged over his shoulder with his right hand.
"He's in there," said the watchman, in a low voice. "Waiting for you, Mr. Salisbury." The heavy door closed behind the men. The watchman led the way into the main room of the bank. It was dark, and Salisbury pressed the watchman's arm. A man was approaching through the gloom.
"Leave us in here," said Salisbury. "We want to look around a bit and talk together, alone. Understand?"