With their heads close together they planned and plotted until they forgot the rain that pattered against the window panes, and dreariness turned to rosy assurance.
"Just a little nerve, dear," said he as they arose.

"Do as I have told you and trust to luck.

It can't fail." The plain-clothes man was just outside the door.

Scores of people were hurrying past, umbrellas raised in the face of the drizzle.

Down Broadway the glare of lights was broken and left hazy in the fog like rain.