“We go down under the city,” said Varney with awful delicacy, “and we root out the coven, and we get rid of them in a way which will not likely result in their reappearance in another city twenty years on. That would be my suggestion.” “Right,” said Ruthven. “Could not have put it better myself. Alceste, have you got any handy wooden spoons I could sharpen the handles of?”
