At once I started out.
In their usual place of resort I, that evening, encountered the precious pair of rascals.
They were rather shy of me at first, not liking my sudden and unaccounted-for absence, but an off-hand manner and a few drinks fixed matters all right.
After that they seemed to take to me amazingly, and I noticed them glancing first at me and then at each other with an askance expression.
I knew that something was afoot, and patiently waited to hear what it was.
After awhile they withdrew to a little distance and began to earnestly converse, concerning me, I was quite positive.
Such indeed was the truth.
They were discussing the advisability of taking me into their confidence, and making me a party in a villainous scheme that was already hatched.
"Want to go into a big job with us?" Woglom asked me, on their resuming their seats.
"Certainly, if there's enough 'swag' to pay for the trouble," I replied. "What is the line?"