“Sh-h-h-h!”
“What are we going to do if he starts downstairs with a knife? We can’t let him murder the old man in his bed.”
“We can yell.”
“You poor fish!”
“If I was to yell the way I want to yell,” I shivered, “I’d scare him dead in his tracks.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“I wonder where Red and Peg are.”
“Probably in Steam Corners eating licorice … if Red has any money.”
“I don’t believe they’re in Steam Corners. I’d sooner think they’re hiding at the canal bank, waiting for us.” [[174]]
This remark brought to my mind the white-haired man. We had thought that he was waiting near by with the recovered bonds. But that, I now concluded, couldn’t very well be the case. The warty-nosed man wouldn’t have put up here for the night if his accomplice was waiting for him outside.