She's a sixty
tonner and by God! fit to cross the Atlantic! Old Garcin, too, is
getting impatient. Our being here, stops his 'regular business,'"
gloomily said Blunt,
Hawke's impassive face angered Jack Blunt as he continued: "And
you say that I can trust Garcin's brother Andre down at Isle Dial."
"Yes. Even if we had to stow one or both of these fools away down
there."
"I am sure that Angelique and I could hide them away for a year or
else safely forever there," cried Jack Blunt, in a hoarse whisper.
"It's only a matter of money and damme if I believe you've got any!
If you fool us, you'll never get out of here alive!" Major Hawke
only smiled, and dropped his hands lightly on the butts of two heavy
bull-dog revolvers ready there in his velveteen trousers' pockets.
"Jack! Don't be an ass!" he said. "I play this game to win. Do you
think that I would bring my ready money into this murder pen? Now,
tell me what you will take in cash, to tell me where the old miser
has hidden the stuff I want? And how much will you take to do the
job? I want to know when they return, and I want your help and the
aid of the gang. You are to crack the crib--alone--while they are
away, and then we, perhaps, may meet them, on their way home. The
lugger lying off in that cove to the north of Rozel Head, below
the old martello tower."
"Have you been over there?" amazedly cried Blunt.
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