“And when the constable on duty has gone his rounds, to give me notice, either by tapping at one of the windows, or else by a whistle. When I know the coast is clear I shall know what to do.”
“I’ll take my davy of that, old pal,” cried the gipsy, with a loud laugh. “It shall be done to rights, as far as I am concerned.”
“But what we shall have to carry away won’t go into a particularly small compass, that’s the worst part of the business, but we shall be able to manage it all right enough, I dare say.”
“Won’t go into a small compass?”
“No; but never mind, I’ll show you how it is to be worked. Now then, if you’ve a mind we’ll just step round to the warehouse, and take a careful observation.”
“With all my heart, I’m ready if you are.”
The two companions in crime sallied forth, and in a short time reached the establishment which was to be the scene of their operations.
They did not like to linger too long near the premises lest they should attract attention, but the cursory glance they had sufficed for their purpose, and they crept like two thieves, as they were, into a narrow dark street on the opposite side of the way, which effectually screened them from observation.
It was arranged between the two that the robbery was to be carried out on the following night.
Before the workmen knocked off Peace watched his opportunity, and crept unobserved into the premises, and contrived to conceal himself in one of the cellars. Here he waited patiently till closing time.