"How do you know it?"
"Never mind how I know it. It makes no odds as long as he's got it, and we are going to take it."
"That's the main thing. Now tell me your plans."
"He'll be going home about half-past eleven, somewhere from there to twelve, and we must lie in wait for him. It's a cool thousand, that'll be five hundred apiece."
"I need it bad enough, for I'm dead broke."
"So am I. Got down to my last dollar, and no chance of another, unless this little plan of ours works."
"It's dangerous."
"Of course there's a risk. There won't be any time to lose. The policeman's got a long beat. We must make the attack when he's out of the way. There'll be no time to parley."
"If he resist—"
"Knock him on the head. A minute'll be enough."