“I’ll tell you all about it, but——”
“But what?”
“I suppose I can rely upon you?”
“Rely!” exclaimed the gipsy. “Did you ever find me round upon you or anybody else? No no, old man, I have my faults, a good many, perhaps, but that is not one of them. I stand by my pals, come what may, have always done so.”
“I believe you always have, Bill, but excuse my asking the question. I’ve always found you right enough. Well, then, listen. I can gain an entrance into a warehouse not very far from here, where a considerable amount of valuable property can be obtained if the matter is skilfully worked.”
“All right—fire away—I’m your man.”
“I’ll show you the premises whenever you like, and I shall not find any difficulty in concealing myself there and waiting patiently till the work people knock off work. When this has been done, I have the place to myself, for, strange to say, there is no porter left in charge of the place.”
“Ah, sizzers, but that’s grand—nothing could be better.”
“What I want you to do is to walk carelessly outside the premises, and watch till the police on beat are changed.”
“That I can easily do.”