“All roight, sor.”
“Be sure and take the first turn to the right. Then keep straight along the wall until you reach me.”
“Will yez wait, sor?”
“Of course I will.”
“All roight. Here goes thin.”
Frank heard a distant shuffling sound and then all was still.
What seemed like an age passed.
Barney did not appear.
Frank listened in vain for some sound of his approach.
All was tomb-like stillness.