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Bill Rann called for Josh early the next morning, and they strolled down Old Jago Street in close communion.

"Are you on for a job?" asked Bill. "'Cos I got one cut an' dried—a topper, an' safe as 'ouses."

"Wot sort o' job's this?"

"W'y a bust—unless we can screw it."

This meant a breaking-in, with a possibility of a quieter entrance by means of keys. It was unpleasantly suggestive of Josh's last exploit, but he answered: "Awright. Depends, o' course."

"O, it's a good un." Bill Rann grinned for no obvious reason, and slapped his leg to express rapturous amusement. "It's a good un—you can take