Arthur looked at them earnestly, fearless of their waking, for he had seen (what none of the rest observed) Quirk sprinkle into Wilkins' wine, as also into Jeff's, a few grains of a drug, intended to make their slumbers deep; and Guly, he knew, slept an invalid's sleep, heavy from weakness and exhaustion. After gazing at them for awhile, Arthur stepped to the table, and extinguished the lamp, then drew the door close after him, and groped his way back up stairs. Again he wrapped the cloak about him, drew his cap over his brows, and went down into the court. He paused once more, as he opened the alley-door with his pass-key, and turned his eyes back toward the spot he was leaving. The darkness was impenetrable, but he gazed earnestly back as if all were distinctly visible, then closed the door behind him, and went shudderingly forth into the tempest. He had crossed that threshold for the last time bearing in his breast a crimeless-soul, and he felt it instinctively.
Gaining the street, he hurried on till he had reached the saloon where he had seen Quirk and Clinton the night after the lost bank deposit. He hastily inquired of Quibbles if either of his friends were there, and on being informed that Quirk had just come in, he desired to be shown to his presence, and found him in the same room they had occupied before, smoking and drinking there by himself.
'Come at last, eh, Pratt? All snug?'
'All asleep-Jeff in my room, as you suggested.'
'Good! Now for Clint.'
'But what was the use of all these preliminaries at the store? I scarcely understand.'
'Oh, you're a little springy as yet; after to-night you'll understand more about these things. Clinton will explain everything when we get there. Now, if you're ready, come along.'
They went out together, Arthur first swallowing several glasses of wine, for the purpose, as he said, of keeping his spirits up.
The walk to Clinton's house was a long one, and on such a fierce night as this, particularly disagreeable; swollen gutters, slipping pavements, and deluged streets, rendering it next to impossible to keep one's footing.
Arriving, at last, at the door of a small but neat domicile, Quirk rapped, and they were admitted by a small black girl, who showed them into a pleasant little apartment, lighted cheerfully, prettily furnished, and tastefully arranged. A table stood in the centre of the apartment, and Clinton was sitting by it when they entered, reading to a young and pretty woman, who was busily engaged with her needle, and rocking a cradle, containing an infant son, with her foot.
She rose gracefully as Clinton introduced her as his wife, and received his friends with ease and dignity. Arthur felt not a little astonished to find Clinton a husband and a father, and told him as much. He blushed slightly, and replied that every one knew these facts that knew him well, and laughingly advised Arthur if he wished to be happy to become one too.
Mrs. Clinton then rose, and going to the sideboard, set out wine for the guests, and Arthur observed that it was served on a silver salver and in cut crystal-articles scarcely corresponding with the small house, and very pretty, but plain furniture.
'Is the back room lighted?' said Clinton to his wife.
'No, but it shall be, if you wish it.'
'I do. My friends have a little business to transact with me.'
Arthur noticed that when Clinton said this, his wife looked at him very penetratingly, as if she would read his thoughts, but turned away re-assured by the bright smile he gave her, and lighted the room.
'Now,' said Clinton, when they were alone, 'let's at once to business. I had intended this night only for planning; but we must plan and work both, to-night, for we may not have such another storm in a month. You've good pluck, eh, Pratt?'
'Same as ever.'
'Good. You got my note and fixed the wine, Quirk?'
'Just so.'
'And you are sure you're ready, Pratt, to help to carry out the plan I've laid for you?'
'Ready for anything short of murder.'
'All right, then, there's no murder in the case, only a nice little game of lock-picking and so on. No backing out now, and beforehand we must all take this oath: that if any one of us is nabbed, and should by any chance suffer the penalty of the law, he shall not implicate any of the others.'
'That's fair,' said Quirk; 'all stand the same chance.'
The oath was administered, and each one laid his hand upon the Holy Book, saying: 'I swear,' 'I swear,' 'I swear.'
'Now,' said Clinton, 'what I propose is this: that we just walk into your boss's store this night, and walk out of it with goods enough to make us rich men. We can do it easy as guns.'
Arthur turned pale and remained silent.
'What's the matter, boy,' said Clinton, laughing, 'you ain't going to play chickenheart, are you?'
'No,' said Arthur, ashamed to confess his dislike to the plan, 'but why can't you take some other store?'
'Because we havn't the men drugged in any other store, and, in case of detection, we're safer there than any where else.'
'How so? I should think the chances in that case would be equal anywhere?'
'Oh, no. I'm somewhat related to the proprietor of your store, and when he found 'twas me, he'd hush the matter up-and let it go,' said Clinton, quietly.
'Related to Mr. Delancey! Pray, how nearly?' asked Arthur in astonishment.
'Oh, quite near. But no matter about that now, maybe you'll find it all out one of these days. Another reason for choosing that particular store is, we can get in with less trouble. Look there.'
Clinton, as he spoke, flung down upon the table a heavy brass key, which, to his amazement, Arthur saw was the one he had lost on his Carrollton ride.
'How in the world came you by this?'
Clinton laughed-'If you lost it, I must have found it; but no time is to be lost, and if we're all agreed let's go to work.'
'All agreed,' said Quirk; but Arthur was silent; sitting with his head bent down, as if closely examining the key, but in fact to hide the emotion he knew was visible in his face.
'Well, then,' said Clinton, rising and unlocking an armoire which stood in one corner of the room, 'here are some bags for us, which I have had prepared expressly. Each of us will take two; and with what else we can carry about our persons, they will be enough. Here, Pratt, are yours. What the devil ails you, man, to look so down?'
'Nothing ails me,' replied Arthur, rising and taking the bags, with an effort to look interested and cheerful.
'Well,' continued Clinton, 'now, my plan is this: all you have got to do is to unlock the door and go in; for Quirk tells me that early this morning he managed to fill the bolt socket in the floor, so that the bolts wouldn't sink; and that he is certain Jeff was too fuddled with the wine he gave him to note the difference. If this was so, you can go in without the slightest difficulty, and as you two know all about the store, which I don't, while you are gathering the goods, I will saw off one of the window shutters, and cut out a pane of glass, so that it will seem the entrance was effected by that means. Here are the implements, you see,' said he, holding up a saw and file.
'Aye,' said Quirk, 'but you'll need a diamond to cut the glass.'
'I'll use this,' said he, showing the ring on his finger.
'Just as it is?'
'Yes, as good so as any way. Now, the first thing you do after getting in, is to pull out that filling from the bolt sockets if you care to save yourselves, then pitch into the goods. Get the lightest and most valuable-silks, embroideries, rich laces, everything of that kind, but avoid the linens, cloths, and all that, as too heavy, and besides might be detected by the stamp. Lock and bolt the door after you when you go in, and you, Pratt, pocket the key; for no doubt it will be asked for to-morrow. I'll have a place ready for you to get out. And now let's be off-here are dark lanterns for you.'
'But the watchman,' suggested Arthur.
'Oh, never fear a watchman such a night as this; he's snugly asleep somewhere, no doubt-and if he should come too near, this would 'his quietus make,'' said Clinton, displaying a glittering dagger.
