“Tut, he has hidden none”, said O'Hara; “we may have all. Let us make a move”.
“But he is a strong man, this Hogarth. Why do you object to the assistance of the police?”
“What have the police to do with such a matter? Hogarth would simply bribe. And there are three of us—”
“Who is this Harris?”
“He is a Cockney—assassin”.
Frankl took snuff, with busy pats at alternate nostrils.
“What will you tell him is in the bag?”
“Anything—rings—something prized by you for sentimental reasons. We offer him a thousand—two thousand pounds. And he will not fail. He strikes like lightning”.
“And we share—how?”
“Come—let us not talk of that again, sir. What could be more generous than my offer? You divide the diamonds into two heaps, and I choose one; or I divide, you choose; and, before I leave you, you give me a declaration that it was by your contrivance that I escaped prison, and that the gems which I have, once yours, are duly made over to me”.