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"Why?" demanded the detective, raising open eyes for once.
"Because I've had a desperate week of it," replied Hardcastle, "and am dead with sleep."
The other carried his growing geniality to the length of an almost hearty laugh.
"My dear sir, do you suppose that I thought of taking you with us? No, Mr. Hardcastle, the risks of this sort of enterprise are for those who are paid to run them. And there is a risk; if we timed our attack too early or too late there would be bloodshed to a certainty. But at two o'clock the average man is fast asleep; at a quarter after one, therefore, I start with Sergeant Cameron and Constable Tyler."
Hardcastle yawned again.
"I should like to have been with you, but there are compensations," said he. "I doubt if I shall even stay up to see you off."
"If you did you would sit up alone," returned the Superintendent. "I intend to turn in myself for three or four hours; and it will be in the face of all my wishes, sergeant, if you and Tyler do not do the same. No reason to tell him what a short night it's to be; it might prevent a young fellow like that from getting any sleep at all.
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