“Shut up! You—”
“I won’t. Listen!” And though she spoke lower, Carlson could hear her say something about the doctor and Tony’s pistol!
“I know that,” muttered the man, “but we’ve got to risk it!”
Another voice, Carlson thought that of the man who sat beside him in the auto, half whispered:
“Wait, Boss! I don’t like this! What did the doc do to big Tony? I wouldn’t go into that room again if you killed me! I’ve lost my nerve, let’s chuck this job and make a getaway!”
“No, I won’t! and none of you won’t by God! We’ve gone too far to go back. We’ll win together, or go to the Chair together! I’ll shoot the first—”
“But—”
“Take that, will you, and shut up!” a blow, a fall, and a groan, as if from the level of the floor.
A few seconds of dead silence, then the voice of the “boss”:
“Now, get together and smash that door!”