"By George! but this is a nasty night!" said the detective, in a low whisper, coming to a halt beneath the shadow of the wall. "Now, where in thunder are those fellows, I'd like to know? They promised to be on the corner at midnight and wait until we came."
"Well, we can do without them," said Frank, uneasily, beginning already to repent of the step he had taken.
"For my part, I can't see what we want with them, anyhow. The thing don't amount to anything, after all."
The liquor of which he had partaken so freely was beginning to tell on him.
He mistrusted his companion, he mistrusted himself; he was anxious to do what he had undertaken and begun.
After all, it was but a little thing, and with the money he could do so much.
He had been trying to persuade himself, but with ill success, during the walk down-town, that it amounted to just nothing, after all.
"Why, I only want them with us for your own protection, my dear boy," replied Cutts. "I'm as square as a die myself, and I want you to see that everything I do is entirely open and above the board.
"By the way, you've got a key to the side door of the bank, I suppose?"
"Yes; the cashier and myself carry that."