"Yes."
"That's all right. You can say what you like, but, as far as paying goes, there's no one to equal that bloke." And, in a voice so low that Lupin could hardly hear, "I say, Broker, if we're obliged to use the knife, is there a reward?"
"The same as usual, two thousand."
"If it's Lupin?"
"Three thousand."
"Oh, if we could only get him!"
One after the other, they left the lumber-room. Lupin heard the Broker's parting words:
"This is the plan of attack. We divide into three lots. A whistle; and every one runs forward. . . ."
Lupin hurriedly left his hiding-place, went down the ladder, ran round the house, without going in, and climbed back over the railings:
"The Broker's right; it'll be hot work. . . . Ah, it's my skin they're after! A reward for Lupin! The rascals!"