"Okay," he said. "Make sure you don't leave anything on board that's useful. And Slater...."
The man had turned. Now he hesitated and turned back.
"Yeah?"
"Harror is staying here," O'Toole said quickly. "He ain't feeling so good. Says I'm to give the orders."
Slater laughed.
"That's a good one," he chuckled. "How long since that gorilla started giving orders around here."
Still laughing, he turned and went back toward the waiting masked men.
O'Toole closed the door and ripped the mask away.
"This is it," he said quickly. "I knew Wade was mixed up in this business. Harror isn't the real boss here."
Blake was half way into a uniform of the Silver Masks. He finished his job before answering. Then he spoke.