"What-a you get-a you pay
for? You want-a me do your work?"
"Well, half a dozen o' you wops get out o' here, that's all.
D'youse all wanter be blown ter pieces wid dem pipes and
cigarettes? Clear out," growled Kennedy.
They retreated precipitately, and Craig hastily opened his bag of
tools.
"Quick, Walter, shut the door and hold it," exclaimed Craig,
working rapidly. He unwrapped a little package and took out a
round, flat disc-like thing of black vulcanised rubber. Jumping
up on a table, he fixed it to the top of the reflector over the
gas-jet.
"Can you see that from the floor, Walter?" he asked under his
breath.
"No," I replied, "not even when I know it is there."
Then he attached a couple of wires to it and led them across the
ceiling toward the window, concealing them carefully by sticking
them in the shadow of a beam. At the window he quickly attached
the wires to the two that were dangling down from the roof and
shoved them around out of sight.
"We'll have to trust that no one sees them," he said. "That's the
best I can do at such short notice. I never saw a room so bare as
this, anyway. There isn't another place I could put that thing
without its being seen."
We gathered up the broken glass of the gas drippings bottle, and
I opened the door.
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