Edgar Wallace

“ Maybe he didn't know what he was saying.”
“He knew what he said all right,” said the first speaker. “Smith has the money, and that alters things.”
Frank was trying desperately hard to catch hold of the past few hours or few minutes. When had he said he had given the money to Wilbur Smith? He had no recollection of the few moments of consciousness which he had enjoyed on the way to this place. Yet somehow he knew that the man was speaking the truth, and he groaned again.
One of the men came across and looked down at him. “Hullo, you!” he said in a growling voice. “Do you feel better?” ”

“ Tom, if we ever have to hide for our lives, this is about the last place in the world we ought to be. Yes, I know it has a bathroom and lots of books and plenty of grub, and it is the sort of place where you could sit quiet for a year if you were clever. But what applied six months ago does not apply now. I thought it was a grand idea of Rosie's when he first put it up. Rosie planned the whole building, brought the workmen up from Mexico, sent them home again, and no other human eye saw it being built. ”

“ The man addressed as Sammy laughed, He was shorter than his companion, quicker of foot, more wiry, and he stepped over to the side of the unconscious Alwin and examined his hurts with deft fingers.
“It is nothing serious,” he said. “He has only lost a little blood.” ”

“ Smith? Sure we can. He has the money. Rosie says so and Rosie knows.”
“That makes a difference. It complicates things to put this guy out of the reckoning. This is the third blunder Rosie has made in three months.”
They lowered their voices here, and Frank could not follow them. ”