"A little cheque, counsellor."
And again on that very day the doors of the big building that Murgatroyd
had visited opened wide. From them there stepped forth a man--no, four
men--four men laden heavily. With these four men was a fifth, but he was
unseen. Between them, in the full light of day, the four men carried a
long, oak box, carried it quietly but swiftly, and swung it suddenly
into a battered-looking hearse.
"That's the end of him!" they said among themselves.