“Yes. It's a big thing. We'd be selling stones for years in America and Europe, Will you go in with me, fifty-fifty?”
“What's the risk?”
“Not much—with things so confused. Looks to me like one of those chances that just happens once in a hundred years. Take some imagination and nerve.”
“Where is this stuff?”
“I'll tell you when we get there. You'll have to trust me about that. I've never lied to you, and you have lied to me.”
“But—”
“Listen! Here's the idea. There's a lot of nervous soldiers on this boat that wouldn't mind a little loot on their own. Here's your boxer—what's his name?”
“Tom Sung.” Connor's eye never left her face; and she, on her part, never flinched.
“To those soldiers he's the biggest man on earth. He wouldn't mind a little clean-up either. Oh, there's enough, Tex—plenty! You see what I'm getting at. With your Tom for a leader you can pick up a few of those soldiers, enough to get away clean—”
“But they're shooting 'em!”