“He sleeps in the back parlor on the third floor,” Nixon was saying, “and he always leaves his watch and diamonds on the dresser, and places the money under his pillow.”
“Give me the key.”
Nick heard the jingle of keys, and then Nixon said:
“His son sleeps in the hall bedroom. Don’t make any noise at the door. When you get the stuff make a run for it if there is any kick made.”
Nick darted away, and entering the next stairway, ascended to the second floor.
Here he rapped softly on the door leading into the flat on the right of the hall.
In a moment the door was opened about an inch.
“What do you want?” demanded a gruff voice.
“Are you alone in the room?”
“Yes; but I have a good gun with me. Keep away.”