“But that’s all the better for our purpose. If he had any sense he might suspect something. As it is——”
“He don’d know somedings,” chuckled Heiny to himself.
“Hanged if I can see what you are driving at,” growled Hank. “I wouldn’t employ that Dutchman to mop off a floor.”
“Of you did I mop idt midt you,” muttered the young German indignantly.
“Now, listen, Hank,” said Miles, “the German got into trouble up there to-day, you say? Very well, he’s naturally sore at the whole High Towers crowd. All right. We go to him and offer him a chance to get even. Nobody would suspect him of contemplating any harm to anything or anybody; he hasn’t got sense enough.”
“Py golly, I premeditate harm to you all righdt, mister,” grunted young Dill angrily.
“What do you mean to get him to do?” inquired Hank eagerly.
“We’ll discuss that later. The thing to do now is to get him on our side.”
“I’ll attend to that,” said Hank, “leave it to me to fix that Dutchman so that he’ll eat out of my hand.”
“Vell now dot is nice of you,” said young Dill to himself as the two men in the next room vacated it, closing the door behind them.