"Talking, however," said Jimmy, "is dry work. Are you by any chance on the wagon?"
"What"s dat? Me? On your way, boss!"
"Then, you"ll find a pretty decent whiskey in that decanter. Help yourself. I think you"ll like it."
A musical gurgling, followed by a contented sigh, showed that the statement had been tested and proved correct.
"Cigar?" asked Jimmy.
"Me fer dat," a.s.sented his visitor.
"Take a handful."
"I eats dem alive," said the marauder jovially, gathering in the spoils.
Jimmy crossed his legs.
"By the way," he said, "let there be no secrets between us. What"s your name? Mine is Pitt. James Willoughby Pitt."
"Mullins is my monaker, boss. Spike, dey calls me."
"And you make a living at this sort of thing?"
"Not so woise."
"How did you get in here?"
Spike Mullins grinned.
"Gee! Ain"t de window open?"
"If it hadn"t been?"
"I"d a" busted it."
Jimmy eyed the fellow fixedly.
"Can you use an oxy-acetylene blow-pipe?" he demanded.
Spike was on the point of drinking. He lowered his gla.s.s, and gaped.
"What"s dat?" he said.
"An oxy-acetylene blow-pipe."
"Search me," said Spike, blankly. "Dat gets past me."
Jimmy"s manner grew more severe.
"Can you make soup?"
"Soup, boss?"
"He doesn"t know what soup is," said Jimmy, despairingly. "My good man, I"m afraid you have missed your vocation. You have no business to be trying to burgle. You don"t know the first thing about the game."
Spike was regarding the speaker with disquiet over his gla.s.s. Till now, the red-haired one had been very well satisfied with his methods, but criticism was beginning to sap his nerve. He had heard tales of masters of his craft who made use of fearsome implements such as Jimmy had mentioned; burglars who had an airy acquaintanceship, bordering on insolent familiarity, with the marvels of science; men to whom the latest inventions were as familiar as his own jemmy was to himself. Could this be one of that select band? His host began to take on a new aspect in his eyes.
"Spike," said Jimmy.
"Huh?"
"Have you a thorough knowledge of chemistry, physics--"
"On your way, boss!"
"--toxicology--"
"Search me!"
"--electricity and microscopy?"
"... Nine, ten. Dat"s de finish. I"m down an" out."
Jimmy shook his head, sadly.
"Give up burglary," he said. "It"s not in your line. Better try poultry-farming."
Spike twiddled his gla.s.s, abashed.
"Now, I," said Jimmy airily, "am thinking of breaking into a house to-night."
"Gee!" exclaimed Spike, his suspicions confirmed at last. "I t"ought youse was in de game, boss. Sure, you"re de guy dat"s onto all de curves. I t"ought so all along."
"I should like to hear," said Jimmy amusedly, as one who draws out an intelligent child, "how you would set about burgling one of those up-town villas. My own work has been on a somewhat larger scale and on the other side of the Atlantic."
"De odder side?"
"I have done as much in London, as anywhere else," said Jimmy. "A great town, London, full of opportunities for the fine worker. Did you hear of the cracking of the New Asiatic Bank in Lombard Street?"
"No, boss," whispered Spike. "Was dat you?"
Jimmy laughed.
"The police would like an answer to the same question," he said, self-consciously. "Perhaps, you heard nothing of the disappearance of the d.u.c.h.ess of Havant"s diamonds?"
"Wasdat--?"
"The thief," said Jimmy, flicking a speck of dust from his coat sleeve, "was discovered to have used an oxy-acetylene blow-pipe."