"You are right," exclaimed Halloran, springing to his feet. "We must
get out of here without a moment's delay. The cabman must go with us,
taking his horses, even though we have to pay him the price of them."
"I--I--will leave everything to you, Halloran," muttered his companion,
huskily, "your brain is clearer and a thousand times shrewder than
mine."
"Nor must the girl be left here," went on Halloran. "She must not be
found dead in this house."
"Why, what in Heaven's name could we do with her?" returned the other,
sharply. "I tell you she is dying, any one could see that."
"Put her effectually out of the way, and past all human possibility of
any one finding out how she came by her death. I have a desperate plan.
I cannot explain it to you now. All I say is, be guided by my directions
to-night--leave everything to me," said Halloran, with a grim gaze.
"I put myself in your hands, Halloran," was the husky reply.
The cabby was hurriedly awakened. At first he demurred angrily against
the idea of starting off again; but when a roll of bank notes was
pressed into his hands as the price of his complying with their
demand--a sum that would more than cover the price of the horses if he
lost them--he no longer found grounds for complaint, but agreed with
alacrity to do their bidding.
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