“Why not? There is no risk. He’s dead already—in the eye of the law.”
“That’s true.”
“We surely can turn the trick and get away without serious suspicion.”
“It does look so, Kate, I’ll admit,” Dacey thoughtfully agreed.
How this enterprising colloquy would have ended, and at what final conclusion the plotters would have arrived, will never be known in this world.
Chick Carter, glancing at the crouching man, saw him withdraw from his position and cautiously descend the cellar stairs.
Chick suspected a genuine suicide, and he stole quickly[Pg 38] from his concealment and noiselessly followed him. When part way down the stairs, he again discovered his man.
Sheldon was tearing the disguise from his face in frantic haste, and was casting it fiercely upon the floor.
Chick waited and watched him.
The disguise removed, revealing a weak-featured man of forty, Darling hastened to open the door of the laundry, into which he vanished.