"They're just on time." Simon was looking down at the phosphorescent hands of his wrist watch. "Pargo said they'd be leaving at two o'clock. Anyway, we'll be sure of it when Peter gives us the flash."
"Is dat why you send him down de road?"
"Yes, Hoppy. That was the idea."
"To see de truck when it passes him?"
"Exactly."
Mr Uniatz scratched his head, making a noise like wood being sandpapered.
"How does he know it's de right truck?" he asked anxiously.
"By the number plate," Simon explained. "You know — that bit of tin with figures on it."
Mr Uniatz digested this thought for a moment and relaxed audibly.
"Chees, boss," he said admiringly. "De way you t'ink of everything!"