He hastened up the stairway to obey, and Nick presently saw the square trapdoor raised and laid over on the upper floor.
Gorman leered down at him for a moment before returning.
Nick ignored him, however, but then said to Floyd, resuming a conversation that had ended when the miscreants began the work now engaging them:
“You’ll suffer more heat than this, Floyd, for this night’s work. Take my word for that.”
“Not in this world,” Floyd replied, with a sneer.
“No, in the next.”
“I’m not going that way just now.”
“You’ll go sooner or later.”
“I’ll take chances on the heating system, Carter, all the same,” Floyd said scornfully. “I’ll get none the worst of it because of anything you have accomplished.”
“Don’t be so sure of that.”