There was even a glint of amusement in his hard blue eyes. His
countenance had an Irish cast.
"Hush?" the other iterated with contempt. "What for? The hound's not here."
"No, Karl," Ed admitted; "but there are others in the house. If it's known
to them that Lanyard's out, they may turn in a police alarm; and I for one
have had enough of bulls for one night."
Karl grunted disdainfully. "I told you this would be a waste of time...."
"And I agreed with you entirely. But you would come."
"Lanyard's no such fool as to stick round a place he knows I know about."
Karl's hands twitched and his features worked nervously. "He knows me too
well, knows that if ever I lay hands on him again--"
His voice was rising to an hysterical pitch when the other checked him with
a sibilant hiss. At the same time his hand darted out and switched off the
light. Karl uttered a startled ejaculation.
"_Sssh_!" his companion repeated.
In the street a motor-car was rumbling, stationary before the door. Then
the remote grinding of the house door-bell was heard.
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