“I will be there at yonder point. But how about ‘cracking the crib?’ Don’t yer want my assistance?”

“I think I can manage that very well by myself.”

“There’s a bloke as sleeps on the premises—​so I’ve heerd,” cried Bill.

“The devil, there is! What—​a sort of porter, or something of that sort, eh?”

“So I’ve heerd.”

“Well, then, perhaps it would be just as well for you to come round to the warehouse.”

“And leave the trap in the grove of trees.”

“Just so.”

“At what time?”

“Say eleven, or from that to half-past.”