"Consider the job as settled, then. As for terms they shall be easy; I'm not a hard man. And—I say, Foxy, about that safe?"
Mr. James suddenly ceased grinning, because he observed a look in his patron's eyes which alarmed him.
"About that safe. You must find out for me where the old man has put his money, and what it is worth. Do you hear? Or else—"
"How can I find out? He won't tell me any more than you."
"Or else you must put me in the way of finding out." Mr. Joseph lowered his voice to a whisper. "He keeps the keys on the table before him. When a customer takes him out here, he leaves the keys behind him. Do you know the key of the safe?"
"Yes, I know it."
"What is to prevent a clever, quick-eyed fellow like you, mate, stepping in with a bit of wax—eh? While he is talking, you know. You could rush it in a moment."
"It's—it's dangerous, Mr. Joseph."
"So it is—rather dangerous—not much. What of that?"