"Perhaps he has," repeated Marlowe incredulously. "You know he ain't rich enough to buy coats to give away."
"I can't think the boy would betray us," said Jack slowly.
"Perhaps he wouldn't; I ain't sure; but we must guard against it."
"How?"
"We must attack the house sooner than we meant. Suppose we say Saturday night?"
"The boy will be in the house."
"It can't be helped. If he makes trouble we must silence him."
"I'd rather have a clear field Monday night."
"So would I; but suppose the cops are waiting for us?"
"If I thought Julius would do that," said Jack, scowling at the sleeping boy, "I'd kill him myself."