“I’ll do it,” promised Mr. Pratt. “I haven’t been having much fun down in this hog-wallow, and I need to have my feelings cheered up.”
Then he marched away down the corridor, making the whole building creak and shiver.
Mr. Dragg had considerable to say to himself, in the way of rehearsing his threats, while he was kicking off his shoes and getting ready for bed. Then his mutterings ended in a rasping snore—and he was off!
I was glad he was asleep because that gave me a chance to talk to the judge, keeping my voice down cautiously.
“I have some other plans, sir! I have had to think pretty quick! But the talk between those scamps has given me a rather good idea, I think.”
“You seem to be wasting your time on a lot of silly business,” muttered the judge. “This is boy’s play out of a detective dime novel, sir. We know where one of the robbers is. We can have him arrested. We can put the screws to him and find out where the other renegade is.”
“But that means going to law, Judge!”
“We must let the law handle it from now on.”
“We can’t afford to do that, sir.”
“But the law will—”