"That's true," she admitted.
"No," said the boatman. "If it's going to be done at all it must be pulled off while the crowd is still here. That's a cinch. I may be willing to take a chance after hours somewhere else, but not here. It seems to me if we're going to get that bracelet we've got to make a different sort of play. How about stealing the whole show-case?"
Rosalind stared.
"That is, stealing it for a while," he continued. "I don't mean carting all that truck away; we wouldn't know what to do with it. Besides, most of it isn't worth anything. You don't happen to be wearing a badge, do you?"
"A badge?"
"One of those red-and-gold affairs that say something about the Belgians."
"Of course not."
"We need a couple," he reflected. "Will you get them?"
"Where?"
"Well, a lot of the men are wearing them. I've seen a few on the women, too. You might go in and dance a couple of times.'