"Yes! that's certain. I'll need you, in fact."
Rosalind evinced no hesitation. She was thinking only of her bracelet, in the winning of which she was willing to burn all bridges.
"Very well; what do you want me to do?"
The boatman eyed her curiously.
"It depends," he answered, "on just what we figure to do. Of course, we could crack the case and make a run for it. But that's too simple to get away with. No chance.
"We could get a crowd into the lobby perhaps, and then try it. That's a little better. Or we might be able to manage to get everybody out of the lobby, even the clerks, and make a stab at it that way. I'm not very strong for that, either."
"Couldn't you wait until the hotel was closed?" asked Rosalind.
It did not occur to her for an instant that she was plotting against the criminal law.
He shook his head, after appearing to consider the suggestion.
"There's always a bell-hop on duty," he said. "I don't see how it could be done, unless we both hang around until after the crowd is gone. And I suppose you've got to go home with your people."