As the door was opened, he glided in swiftly, and himself hastily closed the door, and stood by until it was secured.
"Well," said he, as he advanced into the center of the apartment, rubbing his hands, "well, you were successful?"
"That I was!" with a hoarse laugh.
"This is your wife?"
"It is, sor."
"She can be depended on?"
"Every bit as much as meself, sor. No fear of her—not a bit."
"And the girl?"
"Is below," was the reply, as McGinnis pointed downward, to signify that Helen was somewhere beneath the floor.
"Good! Excellent!" and the rascally lawyer laughed quietly.