“Of course he will. Morton Parks is not Doc Helstone, leader of criminals, now. He’s just an everyday crook, willing to do anything for money till he gets another gang under his thumb, and that will take time. Didn’t he try to hold a man up in his own house to-night?”
“All right, then; just put him onto that South-Side scheme.”
During the short silence that followed the sound of a scuffle came from beyond the door leading to the cellar.
Then there was a faint cry, and all was still.
Geary started to his feet and turned pale.
“What was that?” he asked.
Gilmore walked to the door and swung it open.
There was the dark staircase leading to the equally dark cellar below, and nothing else.
The two men looked tremblingly in each other’s face for a moment. They were both longing, yet fearing, to ask the same question.
Finally Gilmore spoke.