"Worse," said Greg, "a private patrolman. I had forgotten that the residents of a private block like this often club together and hire a man from an agency to keep watch. He'll be there all night, damn him!"
"What are you going to do?" asked Ginger anxiously, "give it up?"
"Not on your life!" said Greg grimly. "Let me think a minute."
All four of them waited with blank minds for Greg to give them a cue.
"We must create a diversion," he said finally.
"A what?" asked Bull Tandy.
"Attract his attention elsewhere; draw him off."
"I get you," said Ginger. "Get up a fake burglary or something down at this end of the block."
"Exactly. That'll be your job: yours and Blossom's."
Ginger's face fell. "Have a heart, Greg! S'posin' we git five years apiece for it."