"No, not here, now," said Sadie. "That was too long a chance. I’ve put it in care of some friends, but I can get it any hour we want it." "I dunno about that," Nick demurred, with manifest suspicion. "You can bank on me and what I tell you, Bosey, and that goes," Sadie hastened to assure him. "I wouldn’t double cross a pal. You can meet my friends and see the plunder for yourself, if you like." "How’s that?" questioned Nick, though he saw plainly to what she immediately was leading. "I’ve got to go out there," Sadie glibly explained. "I’d have been gone before now, Bosey, if I hadn’t been looking for you. I had a hunch you would show up quite early, so I decided to wait for you." "What’s the game?" Nick questioned, still pretending to be a bit doubtful. It convinced Sadie Badger that he did not suspect her deeper game, and that he would walk blindly into the trap she and Goulard had laid for him. "There’s another job on, Bosey," she replied, with voice lowered. "What kind of a job, kid?" "Same kind. A crib up in Riverside Drive. It has been sized up by another pal of mine, and a good haul can be made, but it will take three or four of us to pull it off. I’ve told him about you, Bosey, and insisted that you be let in on it. I’ve not forgotten last night, you see," Sadie added expressively. "You’re all right, kid," Nick grimly nodded. "But when is the trick to be turned?" "To-morrow night. I’ve got to go out and talk it over with the other this evening. You’re to go with me, if the scheme hits you all right." "Sure it hits me all right," Nick quickly declared. "But where do we go to see them?" "A good piece out of town." "By train?" "No. Taxi." "Ain’t that taking a chance?" growled Nick, still seeming doubtful. "I don’t bank strong on chauffeurs." "The one I employ is all right," said Sadie, with sinister earnestness. "He is one of the gang. We can trust him the limit." "Well, that’s more like it," said Nick. "What’s his name?" "Fallon." "How can you get at him?" "By telephone," said Sadie, with a glance at an instrument on a stand in one corner. "He’s expecting to hear from me. I’ve been waiting only for you to show up, Bosey, and say you would go." Nick was very willing to go and he saw no reason to defer doing so, the woman’s assurance convincing him that she felt that she held the ribbons and that he suspected no ulterior designs. Nick had not a doubt, moreover, as to whom he was to meet. "Sure, kid, I’ll go," he said, after a moment. "Why wouldn’t I go?" "No reason, Bosey." "Get next to the phone, then, and fetch on your man. We can’t start too soon to suit me." "That’s the stuff!" cried Sadie; with another momentary gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. "I’ll have him here with his buzz car in five minutes." She arose with the last and hastened to the telephone.