Nick motioned to his friend to step outside.
The next moment there was a sharp report, and a terrible odor crept into the room. The doctor had thrown another poison ball.
CHAPTER XVII.
“THE DOCTOR.”
“There! You may set the electric drill in motion to-night, or as soon as you please.”
Nixon stood by a basin of water in the cellar, washing his hands.
Gilmore and Geary, with smiling faces, stood near the break in the cellar wall.
“Three million dollars are almost within reach,” said the latter, “and then here’s one man for Europe.”
“What’s that for?” asked Gilmore.
“It’s safer over there.”
Gilmore lit a cigar and handed one to his companion.