“Not now! Keep it quiet!” he warned. “I think I hear someone outside. It could be the police.”
Judy hoped it was.
“If it is the police, it’s your own fault!” Mrs. Cubberling snarled at Falco. “I told you one of these days they’d catch up with you. Today may very well be the day. You’ve bungled this job from start to finish!”
“But you’re in it, too—”
“I’d have the satisfaction,” she interrupted, “of seeing you get yours, and I’d be as free in prison as I am in this gang working for you. I’m through, as of this minute!”
“What do you mean you’re through?”
“I mean I’m through—fed up—finished! I’ve done all the dangerous work for you and my husband long enough. Maybe I’d like someone who’d take care of me for a change. Maybe I’d like to wear some of those precious rubies and diamonds—”
“Quiet!” commanded Falco. “Someone’s coming!”
A figure passed the door on a run, but Judy saw only his shadow. Mrs. Cubberling rushed over to one of the peepholes in the tower.
“Know him?” asked Falco.