'If Bell is going to be released, there's no reason for me to carry on
with the charade.' He shook his head. 'You're still going to have to
go through with it, ' he told her. 'The judge is itching to hang
Bell.
He knows he's got his man, and if he can't get him on the charge of
attempted murder, he'll keep him locked up until you convince him Bell
wasn't in the bank.'
'All right, then.' She sat down at her dressing table and began to
brush her hair again. 'What are you going to do about Bell? Now that
people are suspicious of him, he's become a liability.'
'I'm going to kill him of course, ' Donald said.
'Have you told the others? ' 'Burton, Harris, and Andrews know. '
'What about Robertson? ' 'The boys are going to take care of Robertson
for me. It was their idea, not mine. Burton says Robertson is getting
out of control.
Andrews calls him knife happy.' She put her brush down and turned to
him. 'Have you heard from Burton yet? ' 'Don't start fretting. '
'But he was supposed to wire you after they killed Grace and Jessica.
Have you gotten word from him yet? ' 'I'm sure they got the job
done.
They always do, ' he added with a grin.
'Burton couldn't send a wire.'
'Why not? ' 'The telegraph office here has been shut down for the last
two days.
The equipment broke down, ' he explained. 'Don't worry. I checked it
out to make sure it was true.'
'No one in town is getting telegrams?
' 'Oh, they're getting them, but they're being rerouted through the
next town and that's twenty miles away.'
'His wire will probably come tomorrow, then.'
'And we'll be long gone, ' he told her.
'You never told me how Burton and the others feel about disbanding. '
'They're ready to stop for a while. By the time they get the urge
again or run out of money, we'll be setting up house in Paris.'
