"Here we be," he said; "now what"s it all about?"
Storri, nothing backward when a.s.sured that no one was playing eavesdropper, began to talk, carefully avoiding his usual jerky Russian mannerisms. You have been told of Storri"s graphic clearness of statement, once he had fully perfected the outlines of some enterprise.
In fifteen minutes, but only in vaguest way, he laid his proposal before London Bill; the proposal was so framed that the "peter-man understood no more than that a bank of unusual richness was to be broken into, and his aid was sought.
"Your share alone," whispered Storri, "will foot up for a million."
London Bill"s little black eyes twinkled like those of a rat. He didn"t make reply at once, but looked out of the grimy, cobwebby pane at the sky. The face of London Bill was rough, but not unpleasant, and, though he had killed his man and was a desperate individual if cornered, the only trait expressed was a patient capacity for enterprises that might require days or even weeks in their carrying out.
"Don"t you think now you"re a bit of a come-on?" observed London Bill, swinging around to Storri from his survey of the distant heavens.
"Why?" asked Storri, as cool as the other.
"This is why," returned London Bill. "Here you b.u.t.t in, a dead stranger, and make a proposition. Suppose I was to rap?"
"I"d declare that you lied," replied Storri cheerfully, "and no one with sense would believe you. They would say that if I intended to ask your help in such work as I have described, I wouldn"t seek an introduction through a detective agency."
"Something in that," said London Bill, a gleam of admiration in his beady gimlet eye. "Well, I never squeal, an" only put the question to try you out. Go on, an" tell me what it is an" where it is; whether I go into the job or not, at least you"ve nothin" to be leary of in me."
Storri, who had been studying London Bill as hard as ever that cracksman was studying him, re-began in earnest. He now laid bare the proposal in its every corner, and showed London Bill the plans and maps, including the valuable cross-section drawing that displayed the relation of the Treasury Building to street levels. London Bill, who appeared to have gifts as an engineer, bent over the maps and drawings, considering and measuring distances.
"What sort of ground is this?" said London Bill, laying a finger on the cross-section drawing, where it was painted dove-color as showing the earth beneath the street; "is it clay or sand?"
"Gray clay," returned Storri, "and fairly hard and dry."
"Good," remarked London Bill; "no fear of caving." Recurring to the drawings, London Bill proceeded: "It"ll take two months to dig that tunnel. I"ll have to dip as I go in, in order to creep beneath the footstones of the sidewall; then I"ll bring the tunnel up on a long slant. The tunnel should be four feet high and about three wide; the earth I"d throw into the sewer, the water would wash it away. There"s no risk in digging the tunnel, as no one would get an inkling of what"s afoot until the last shove, when we made direct for the money. On that point let me ask: How long can we count on being undisturbed after we"ve got to the gold? Now if it was a bank, we"d time the play for Sat.u.r.day afternoon after closing hours; that would give us until Monday morning at nine before they"d tumble."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "It"ll Take Two Months to Dig that Tunnel."]
"We can do better than that," returned Storri. "Sat.u.r.day, May twenty-eighth, is the anniversary of the death of a former Secretary of the Treasury, and a special holiday has been already declared for that day. Monday, May thirtieth, is Decoration Day, a general holiday. We should have, you see, from Friday at four o"clock until Tuesday at ten; time enough to carry out several fortunes in twenty-pound packages worth five thousand dollars each."
"How do you expect to get away with the swag?" asked London Bill.
"Steam yacht," replied Storri sententiously. "I shall carry it from the mouth of the drain to the yacht with a launch. It"s as silent as a bird flying, is that launch. Oh, I"ve thought everything out in full; I can get the yacht and the launch. The latter will freight an even ton every trip. Do you know how much gold money it takes to make a ton?"
"Half a million dollars," said London Bill, with his professional grin.
"You see, partner, I"ve had to do a deal of studyin" along the same line as yourself."
"Precisely," returned Storri, disregarding the compliment implied by the epithet partner; "five hundred thousand dollars. We shall have seven hours a night for three nights, in which to freight the gold from the mouth of the drain to the yacht."
"Four nights," said London Bill correctively; "Friday, Sat.u.r.day, Sunday, and Monday nights. I can carry that tunnel to a place within two hours of the stuff, with the Treasury full of people; no one would catch on.
Take my word for it, you can begin getting out the gold the moment it turns dark on Friday night. Let"s pray for a storm for those four nights."
"Your argument is right," observed Storri, "but there"s a point you overlook. We shall have but three nights; Monday and Monday night will be required to take the yacht down the river, and into the open ocean.
The instant the loss is discovered, they"ll know the business was managed with the yacht; they will recall her as having been in the river the three or four days before. I mean to repaint her from black to white, the moment we"re out of sight from the sh.o.r.e. I shall change her name, and have papers ready to match the change. Oh, my friend, you will see that I"--here Storri, who had studiously refrained from his usual bragging, exultant, staccato style of speech, and aped the plain and commonplace, almost forget himself; he was on the brink of giving his name, which thus far had been withheld. He checked himself in time, and ended soberly by saying: "You will see that I have left nothing unconsidered."
"Seven hours a night," ruminated London Bill, "and three nights: In considering everything, as you say, have you figured on how many trips your launch, bearing five hundred thousand dollars a trip, can make between sh.o.r.e an" ship?"
"The launch can make as many as twenty-one trips a night. In three nights she ought to put more than thirty millions of dollars aboard the yacht. That region around the drain"s mouth is wholly deserted. By working without lights there isn"t a chance of being detected."
"Thirty millions!" repeated London Bill, grinning cynically, "and all in five-thousand-dollar sacks! Did it ever occur to you that it will take some time to carry the gold down to the drain"s mouth? It"s close by three-quarters of a mile, that trip is."
"My friend," retorted Storri, with just a tinge of patronage, "leave that to me. I"ll find a way to send the gold to the drain"s mouth without breeding any backaches. All you are to do is dig the tunnel, and dig it so we can reach the gold."
"That"s simple," observed London Bill. "I shall dig so as to undermine an end of one of those steel slabs that make the vault"s floor, running my tunnel for the rear end of the vault. The weight of the gold will force down the slab when undermined. I"ll open that vault like lifting the cover of a chest, only the cover will drop from the bottom instead of lifting from the top. The minute that slab of steel drops six inches, the sacks of gold will begin sliding into our tunnel of their own accord. You needn"t worry about my part of the job; I can take thirty millions out of the vault if you can get them to the mouth of the drain."
"I can get them to the mouth of the drain," responded Storri confidently, "and another thirty with them. The real limit to our operations is the yacht itself. The one I have in mind will only carry one hundred tons, and thirty millions in gold makes sixty tons, to say nothing of ship"s stores and coal."
"What place will you head the boat for when the job"s done?"
"That," said Storri, "I shall leave to be settled in the open Atlantic.
The question now is: Are you going with me? I"ve told you that your share is to be a million."
"One thirtieth?" said London Bill, with the ring of complaint in his voice.
"One thirtieth," returned Storri with emphasis. "Where else can you get one million for ten weeks" digging and a six-months" cruise in a yacht?
Besides, there will be a dozen others to share; to say nothing of the yacht, and what it costs to coal her and buy her stores. Come now; do you go with me?"
London Bill put out a small, hairy hand, and gave Storri a squeeze of acquiescence that was almost a mate for the grip bestowed upon our n.o.bleman by Richard that snow-freighted day in November.
"I"m with you, live or die," said London Bill; "an" I never weaken, an"
never split on a pal."
Storri and London Bill put in an hour discussing plans. There were to be no more men brought into the affair until late in May. London Bill would come to Washington and commence his tunnel work at once. It would be a slow employment and require care; it was best to have plenty of time.
"Because," explained London Bill, "if these maps an" drawings ain"t accurate to the splinter of an inch, it may throw me abroad in my digging. In that case I"d need an extra week or so to find myself."
Storri coincided with the view, but added that the yacht would have to be manned as early as the middle of May.
"The men needn"t know the purpose," said Storri, "till the last moment.
When it comes to selecting them, I shall ask your advice."
"I can give you that to-day," said London Bill, "better than in May.
I"ll be busy in my tunnel in May, and won"t have time to come out.
Here"s what I"ll do: I"ll call up Dan right now. Dan"s an old sailor, as well as a first-cla.s.s gun and hold-up man--the gang calls him Steamboat Dan. I"ll call Dan, an" put him into the play. Then when the time comes, Dan will get you the men, an" of the right proper sort. There won"t be one of "em who hasn"t done a stretch."
"But," remonstrated Storri uneasily, "are you sure of this Steamboat Dan?"
"I wouldn"t be lushin" gin in his crib else," responded London Bill.
"No, Dan"s as sure as death. Besides, I"m not goin" to put him wise; I shall only tell him to do whatever you ask, whenever you show up."
London Bill called Dan, and the trio broadened their confidence in each other with further gin and beer. Dan gave his word for whatever was required; Storri had but to appear and issue his orders.
"You"ll be in at the finish, Dan," said London Bill; "an" for the others, pick out a dozen of the flossiest coves you can find. You"ll be bringin" them to where I"m workin", d"ye see; an" the job will be ripe."
"Will it be much of a play?" asked Dan.
"Biggest ever," said London Bill; "an" yet, no harder than p.r.i.c.kin" a blister."
Storri jumped into the cab, which had waited for him at the door, and rattled swiftly away. Within five minutes thereafter, a ragged gamin strutted into the Albion bar.