He stared at Westerham with a fixed beast-like glare.
Westerham, however, with his hands still folded placidly on the table, was smiling blandly.
“Allow me,” he said, seeing that Crow had made an end of speaking, “to congratulate you on a very pretty little programme—but a programme which, I fear, is hardly likely to be carried out to-night.”
“Str'wth,” cried a man, craning across the table towards Westerham, “are you a copper's nark? Have you put the police on us?”
Half a dozen men rose from their seats and looked with scared faces at Crow.
Crow, somewhat to Westerham's admiration, kept his head.
“See to the door,” he said.
Two other men rose, and going to Westerham's side of the long room, opened the door leading into a little porch; through this they went out on to the footpath by the canal and peered cautiously up and down.
Presently they came back shaking their heads.
“Have another look,” said Crow. “Search a little further.”