It was difficult to find what he wanted, but at last he succeeded and made for home.
Chick was already there.
“Here’s the assay,” said Chick, handing over the certificate.
“Fifty thousand to the ton,” murmured Nick, looking at the certificate. “The cigarettes all pan out the same. You got the disguises?”
“Yes.”
“Put on yours and be ready to go with me at seven o’clock. We’ll carry Patsy’s get-up with us in a satchel.”
“I’ll be ready. Gillman hasn’t shown up at the assay office to-day, Nick.”
“I didn’t think he had.”
Chick went away and Nick threw himself down to smoke.
At seven o’clock Chick came into the study.