The German resumed:

"Clymes must go. He is too far-seeing. Number Fourteen will see
to that."

There was a hoarse murmur.

"That's all right, gov'nor." And then after a moment or two:
"Suppose I'm nabbed."

"You will have the best legal talent to defend you," replied the
German quietly. "But in any case you will wear gloves fitted
with the finger-prints of a notorious housebreaker. You have
little to fear."

"Oh, I ain't afraid, gov'nor. All for the good of the cause. The
streets is going to run with blood, so they say." He spoke with a
grim relish. "Dreams of it, sometimes, I does. And diamonds and
pearls rolling about in the gutter for anyone to pick up!"

Tommy heard a chair shifted. Then Number One spoke:

"Then all is arranged. We are assured of success?"

"I--think so." But the German spoke with less than his usual
confidence.

Number One's voice held suddenly a dangerous quality: