“Yes, and he made a kick about letting me in. He said something about the word having been changed.”
“He must have been drunk,” said Gilmore, “for the word has not been changed.”
“Well,” said Nixon, “the fellow has disappeared.”
The doctor appeared to be very angry.
“You will spoil the whole scheme by putting such men on guard,” he said, “and at this critical time, too.”
“I’ll run that door myself, after this,” said Nixon, “or at least until the drill starts.”
The doctor stepped forward and bent over the still figure lying in the corner by the bank vault.
“He’s about gone,” he said. “We must get him out of this before he dies.”
“Why so?”
“Because you can take an unconscious man through the streets very easily, but you can’t stir with a dead one.”