"Get it out of here!" the Captain ordered.  "Go bury it in the manure pile!  Maybe that will cover up the stench!  I sure don't think it's entitled to a Christian burial!"
His men took timbers from the coffin, rolled the body onto a canvas, and took it out of the building.  One of the Captain's other men who he'd left on watch suddenly appeared.  "That feller's headed for the consumption sanitarium!" he warned, ""He's not carrying anything with him, and I don't think he could hide any kind of plans in his clothes.  
"He must be making the initial contact," Howards snapped.  "He'll probably have the boiler maker meet him some place.  Come on!  I want everybody.  When he goes back to the hotel we're gonna take him!  He must have the plans in his room.  I don't like this. I don't like this at all!  Guns that spit out bullets like a rainstorm?  this is bad business, boy, bad business!  I want to put a stop to it, and I want to put a stop to it now!"