“If you want some one to punch his head,” said Shadbolt the ugly, “I don’t mind trying; my life is insured.”
“Suppose we make him stupid,” suggested Gus, “with milk punch, and shove him inside the doctor’s study.”
“Couldn’t you get hold of his watch and boil it?” said Margetson, who had heard of the experiments practised on me in Mrs Packer’s parlour.
“If I got hold of it I’d smash it into fifty pieces!” growled Tom between his teeth.
“Look here, you fellows, I’ve got a glorious plan!” exclaimed Gus suddenly.
“What is it?” they all cried.
But Gus’s plan requires a new chapter.