The General answered, “Then it’s all right, and we’ll just forget it.”
Below, Jolls was going on with his plot:
“We’ll let that get into the newspapers, and at the same time we’ll send Priest young Griffin’s letter, and a faked letter from the General, and enough other stuff like that to make him think he’s disgraced and he’ll just disappear. I’ve had my men studying him closely enough so that I know he’s pretty sensitive. I don’t think we’ll have any more trouble with him. You still feel that the electric firearms he carries make him too dangerous to attack directly?”
“Yes,” again said Captain Welch.
“Well, all right, but I wish we could kill him.”
“Yes, it is too bad his appetite for raw meat’s spoiled,” Poodle whispered, like a “little cherub that sits up aloft.”
Jolls was going on: “And you’ll ’tend to burning up the tetrahedral all right, will you? Well, that’s fixed. I guess that will cover it so that we won’t hear anything more. The only things we’ve got to look out for are Adeler and that Torrington boy—no, Torrington Darby I guess his name is. Well, he’s not dangerous—he’s one of these fat little innocents. We’ll let him alone.”
“Thanks,” that “fat little innocent” softly crooned, on the roof.
“I guess young Griffin will keep his mouth shut before we get through with him. ’Fact, I wouldn’t mind having him tied up in the swamp till he went clean crazy and never could talk again,” said Jolls, coldly.
“Neither would I—young imp,” snapped the Captain.