The men waited, tense, silent and anxious, standing there in the darkness, ready to run at the slightest sound. But none came. The noise made by one of them in the collision with the chair, seemed not to have aroused any one in the house.
“All right, come on,” whispered Harrison. “You know where he keeps the papers, don’t you?”
“Yes. In his desk. It’s in what he calls the ‘back parlor.’ I was in there a couple of times when we were putting the deal through, and I know the very drawer he keeps the papers in. That is, if he hasn’t taken them out.”
“Oh, I don’t think he has, Burke.”
“He might have, Jake. You put it on a bit strong this afternoon, telling him we’d get the best of him anyhow. He may be expecting something like this.”
“Never! He thinks we’ve given up. But of course we won’t!”
“I should say not! We need those papers.”
“Yes, and we need cash, too!”
“You’re not going to do that are you—rob him of money?”
Burke Denton seemed much alarmed.