"And suppose they come by boat and climb that path in the cliffs which the woman and the boy were trying to escape by this morning, the path we found?"
"What we have to fear is an attack by land, not by sea. Well, the foot-bridge is burnt. There's no means of communication."
"Unless they find the entrance to the cells, on the Black Heath, and follow the tunnel to this place."
"Have they found the entrance?"
"I don't know."
"Well, granting that they do find it, haven't we just blocked the exit on this side, broken down the staircase, thrown everything topsy-turvy? To clear it will take them half a day and more. Whereas at midnight the thing'll be done and by daybreak we shall be far away from Sarek."
"It'll be done, it'll be done; that is to say, we shall have one more murder on our conscience. But . . ."
"But what?"
"What about the treasure?"
"Ah, the treasure! You've got it out at last! Well, make your mind easy: your shares of it are as good as in your pockets."