"Diamond?" Chimp brightened. "Are there diamonds?"
"No, there aren't. But there's pictures and things, any one of them worth a packet. Go on, Soapy. Tell him."
Mr. Molloy smoothed his hair and addressed himself to his task once more.
"Well, it's like this, Chimpie," he said. "You put the stuff in a suitcase and you take it down into the hall where there's a closet under the stairs...."
"We'll show you the closet," interjected Dolly.
"Sure we'll show you the closet," said Mr. Molloy generously. "Well, you put the suitcase in this closet and you leave it lay there. The idea is that later on I give old man Carmody my cheque and he hands it over and we take it away."
"He thinks Soapy owns a museum in America," explained Dolly. "He thinks Soapy's got all the money in the world."
"Of course, long before the time comes for giving any cheques, we'll have got the stuff away."
Mr. Chimp digested this.
"Who's going to buy it when you do get it away?" he asked.