We won't waste time.

You're to be back here by daylight--only see that there's no come-back." "Leave it to me!" returned the Weasel, with assurance.

"How's dere goin' ter be any come-back?
Mittel keeps it in his safe, don't he?
Well, gentlemen's houses has been robbed before--an' dis job'll be a good one.
De geographfy stunt youse wants gets pinched wid de rest, dat's all.

It disappears--see?
Who's ter know youse gets yer claws on it?
It's just lost in de shuffle." "Right!" agreed Hamvert briskly--and from his inside pocket produced a package of crisp new bills, yellow-backs, and evidently of large denominations.

"Half down and half on delivery--that's our deal." "Dat's wot!" assented the Weasel curtly.
Hamvert began to count the bills.
Jimmie Dale's hand stole into his pocket, and came out with his handkerchief and the thin metal insignia case.