Came a pause, a clink of glasses, and then a few straggling words filtered over the partition.
"Isn't that the best way ?" Celeste La Rue's voice was easily recognisable.

"Of course it will be a--well, a mere accident, and no questions asked." "But if the man should talk!" "Forget it! Ned Beaton is an oyster.

Besides, I've got the screws on him.

Come on, Johnnie boy, don't be a fool.

We are in this game and must play it out.