“When?” replied the attendant, in the same tone.
“Right away.”
“Where?”
“Follow me out and to a place I shall go to.”
“Say, boss,” replied the other, “if we skip the place now we lose our bones for the four days’ hustle.”
“Never mind that. I’ll make it good. You must get out to me. There’s trouble.”
“All right,” said the other, who had not yet spoken. “If you make good, what you say goes. But it’s a ten-case note for each of us.”
“All the same. Get off those clothes and get to me.”
As the two made a movement as if to go away from the spot, Patsy fell back to a point where he could observe without being seen.
The two went off toward the rear of the hall, and Eric Masson sauntered off toward the main entrance.