No less.

You can ask that God you call on so reckless to have ninety thousand in the vault when you go to look for it, right away.
"Get up an' dress!" he commanded.
He stood silently watching the banker as the latter got into his clothing.

Then, with a wave of his gun in the direction of the stairs he ordered Maison to precede him.

He kept close to the banker in the darkness of the rooms through which they passed, and finally when they reached the little room into which opened the big doors of the vault--embedded in solid masonry--Sanderson again spoke: "I want it in bills of large denomination." The banker was on his knees before the doors, working at the combination, and he looked around in silent objection at Sanderson's voice.
"Big ones, I said," repeated the latter.

"You've got them.