“What is above the vault?”
“A photograph studio.”
“What is in the basement?”
“The basement is occupied by a cigar-store. It doesn’t close until twelve o’clock. There’s a pool-room in the back. Sometimes men play poker there all night.”
“How many watchmen in the building?”
“One, employed by ‘The Black Cougar.’ He can’t be bought. I’ve tried.”
“The regular thing, then—watchman, electric protection, standard vault built by Seaber, I suppose?”
“No—by Terryton!”
“A good box, but soft on top.”
The girl tilted her parasol so that her face was in a shadow.