"Me? I come to use my ears, not my tongue."
The two men watched each other narrowly. The advantage, if there could be advantage in the case of two faces under perfect control, was all with Foley. The contractor had caught no sign revealing whether his insinuative words were having effect.
"But you perhaps have thought of some plan that is worth considering," he went on.
Foley hesitated, for the first time. "Well—yes."
"What is it?"
"I——" He broke off, and seemed to listen with suspicion.
Baxter's face quickened—the least trifle. The three men leaned further across the table, excitement tugging in their faces.
"You are perfectly safe," Baxter assured him. "No one can hear."
"The plan's dead simple. But mebbe it's occurred to youse."
"Go on!" said Baxter. The men hardly breathed.