"You can bet your boots there are. You can't do a job without 'em nowadays. But that needn't worry you. The women are safe enough. They don't want to come to a sticky end, no more than you and me.
"But, look here, Jukes—how about the money? It's a big risk to take. Is it worth it?"
"Worth it?" Jukes leant across the little marble-topped table and whispered.
"Coo!" gasped Rogers. "And how much of that would I get, now?"
"You'd share and share alike with the rest, whether you'd been in that particular job or not. There's fifty members, and you'd get one-fiftieth, same as Number One and same as me."
"Really? No kidding?"
"See that wet, see that dry!" Jukes laughed. "Say, can you beat it? There's never been anything like it. It's the biggest thing ever been known. He's a great man, is Number One."
"And do you pull off many jobs?"
"Many? Listen. You remember the Carruthers necklace, and the Gorleston Bank robbery? And the Faversham burglary? And the big Rubens that disappeared from the National Gallery? And the Frensham pearls? All done by the Society. And never one of them cleared up."
Rogers licked his lips.