"Not on me pals? Not on regular crooks?"
"No, on these queer ones."
"I'm on. Wot's de lay?"
"Find where they stay. Hunt them day and night till you do. Here's a twenty. There's more where that came from. There's a century note if you get them. Get me?"
The Rat ducked his head in assent.
"Then good night."
"Night," he mumbled.
They were out of the building now and Johnny made his way cautiously back to his room. He had had quite enough for one night. Once he paused to thrust his hand beneath his vest. Yes, the diamonds were still there. His assailants had not had time to find them. He was not sure whether he was glad or sorry.