"And so it's fixed for the day after to-morrow. We are to meet at Cagney's at eleven o'clock, where I shall await your return from the bank with a bigger haul, unless I'm greatly mistaken, than we ever made before."
A look of triumph overspread the face of Caleb Hook as those words, spoken in the voice of the stock-broker, fell upon his ear.
"Jerry!" he whispered, softly.
"Well, boss?"
"Run around to the Oak street station and tell Captain McGinty to send me five of his best men without an instant's delay. Quiet now! Not a particle of noise as you value your life."
"I'm fly, boss," whispered the boy, drawing himself cautiously into an upright position.
As he did so his legs swept over the hole.
Crash! Bang!
A heavy body had fallen through the stove-pipe hole, into the room below.
It was the iron stove-lifter, which a moment before had rested quietly upon the floor by Jerry's side.