“All right,” said Bascom, looking up for the first time. “You needn’t worry about my part of the game. I’ll be there with bells on. I’m tired of needing money. This will set me up for life.”
“Now, in the first place,” said Barrows, “is there a watchman in the bank?”
“No,” said Riggs, “they trust so much to their new safety and burglar-proof devices that they’ve changed that. There’s a man who patrols the whole block that the bank is in. He passes up and down in front every fifteen minutes. He goes around behind, too, and can look right in through the barred windows at the room that leads into the vault. There’s always a light in that room.”
“That’s bad,” said Barrows. “I suppose he passes there every fifteen minutes, too. That wouldn’t give you time enough, Bascom. We’ll have to get rid of him for an hour or two.”
“Leave that to me,” said Bascom coolly. “We won’t let a detail like that interfere with our plans. Not if I know myself.”
“How about the combinations?” asked Barrows, next. “And the key to the front door? Could you get those?”
“I’ve got an impression of the front-door key,” said Riggs. “I couldn’t get one of the keys, though. I was afraid I’d make them suspicious if I asked for one, and I didn’t dare take a chance. As for the combinations, I’ve got some, but not all of them. Here is the combination for the gate of the vaultroom. I’ve got it for the outer door of the vault, too. The inner door of the vault I couldn’t get. And, once you’re inside the big vault, there’s an old-fashioned safe; that’s about the only one of the old things they kept. That’s used to lock up currency. The packet of hundred-dollar bills that Merriwell deposited to-day is in that.”
Barrows turned to Bascom.
“Can you manage on that?” he asked.
“What’s the type of that vault?” asked the wireless expert tersely.