More minutes passed, half an hour, an hour. . . .
At last, the man said aloud:
"Come in."
One of the scoundrels slipped into the shed; and, one after the other, a third arrived and a fourth. . . .
"We are all here," said the Broker. "Dieudonne and Chubby will meet us down there. Come, we've no time to lose. . . . Are you armed?"
"To the teeth."
"That's all right. It'll be hot work."
"How do you know, Broker?"
"I've seen the chief. . . . When I say that I've seen him, no . . . but he spoke to me. . . ."
"Yes," said one of the men, "in the dark, at a street-corner, as usual. Ah, Altenheim's ways were better than that. At least, one knew what one was doing."