'How about a drink?' he suggested gruffly; and the Saint was delighted.
'I'm glad we got things straightened out without bloodshed,' he said. 'I like a good amateur; but there were moments when I thought you didn't appreciate me.'
'What do you think Garthwait and Yestering will do?' asked Jeffroll.
He asked this some time later, after Hoppy had returned from his mission of speeding the ungodly on their way. Mr. Uniatz, reclining in a corner with a bottle of Johnnie Walker all to himself, had been immersed in a sort of coma, with a scowl of hideous agony on his brow from which Simon deduced that he was thinking about something; but at the sound of Jeffroll's question he awoke sufficiently to reply.
'Dey won't do nut'n,' he said, closing the argument to his own satisfaction.
'I don't know,' Jeffroll demurred. 'They're bound to be pretty vindictive. Ever since Garthwait first came here we've been ready to clear out at short notice, and now we can afford to go'
Hoppy continued to shake his head.
'Dey won't do nut'n,' he repeated emphatically. 'Mr. Templar tells me to get rid of 'em, an' what de boss says goes.'
'What on earth do you mean?' demanded the Saint faintly.
'I mean I take 'em for a ride, like ya told me, boss. We take de motor-boat, an' when we're outside de harbour I haul out my Betsy an' give dem de woiks. Dey won't do nut'n.' Mr. Uniatz stretched himself complacently. 'Say, juse guys mind if I take dis bottle upstairs an' finish it? I just finished de last voice of a pome I was makin' up on de way back, an' I gotta tell it to Julia before I forget.'
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