“The quicker, the sooner; the first night we can be sure he isn’t in his room.”
“Reckon he keeps the papers in his room?”
“Surely. Where else would they be?”
“I don’t know. But it appears like if it was me, I’d lock ’em up somewheres where they’d be safe.”
“He might, if he thought anybody was trying to lift them. But he doesn’t suspect anything of the kind. He doesn’t even know I’m in Denver.”
“All right; it’s a go. I’ll swipe the papers for you if I can find ’em, and after that you fork over, and we’re quits. I tell you right now, though, I’d a heap rather play it alone.”
“Do what you please after you get the papers. When you hand them over to me, it’s a cool hundred in your clothes. After that, if you would rather take the chance of dancing on nothing instead of letting him do it, why, go ahead. You may kill him and welcome, so far as I am concerned.”
“Oh, yes; you’re all right. You’ve got everything to gain, and nothing much to lose, as near as I can make out. But let her go. Better try it to-night?”
“One time is as good as another, if he will stay out late enough to give you a chance.”
“Enough said. Let’s go and have a drink on it.”