"I guess you won't be as much surprised at what we are going to do as the
manner in which we are going to do it," replied Duval, with an evil leer.
"How?" asked his lieutenant. "Water?"
"Right," was his chief's reply. He turned to Hal. "This house," he
explained, "is on the very bank of the River Seine. Perhaps you have
skirmished about in the rear?"
Hal shook his head negatively.
"Well, such is the case. In the cellar is a neat little room of four
solid walls--no windows. There is a slight crack at the bottom, and
through this, by a contrivance of my own, I can let in the waters of
the river. The door is solid, and, once locked in, you cannot get
out. I believe that this is a fitting death for a police spy. What do
you think?"
Again Hal shrugged his shoulders.
"One way is as good as another," he said briefly. Duval turned to his
companion with a laugh.
"Quite a brave man we have here, eh?"
"Quite," returned the other. "However, I guess he'll change his tune when
the water gets up to his neck."
"Right you are," was the reply.
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