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he could feel the sweat coming out on his forehead. It was going to be big time all right.
        Dommie was thinking about girls. He didn't want to think about what they were going to do. He'd been in on other jobs before, but nothing quite like this. Nothing in the real money. It was new to him and he wasn't at all sure of himself, but he didn't have any real worries about it. He knew that everything was planned down to the last detail. Knew that Jake, and that other one, the real big guy, had everything laid out.
        The stuff was up there, in the store next door, and all they had to do was go in and get it. The only thing which bothered him at all was the knowledge that the Pinkerton man was up there also. It wasn't as though he was a real cop, but Dommie knew that he carried a gun and had a license to use it. Dommie just hoped that the business with the gas would work out all right.
        He shook his head and muttered an oath under his breath. The hell with it; it wouldn't get him anywhere worrying about things. He went back to thinking about girls. Man, this little deal was going to make it a lot simpler. Money, plenty of money, could solve any problem. Especially the girl problem.
        Jake, on the other hand, made a conscientious effort to keep his mind off anything but the immediate work in front of them. He didn't want to think about young Sammy or young Sammy's mother. Somehow, sitting here waiting to pull the job, it just didn't seem right to think of your wife and your son.
        His mind went to the place next door and what he knew was in that place. And it was there all right. He'd seen the stuff only that morning, soon after the store had opened.
        God, a quarter of a million in jewels! And out here in the sticks. It just hadn't seemed possible. But of course it was possible and the stuff was there, just where the newspapers had said it would be. It certainly made an impressive display. And for a lousy little local jewelry store in the center of a shopping center.
        Of course it was true that the store was a branch of a big important Fifth Avenue store and the stuff was only there as a sort of publicity stunt during opening week, but still and all. It was really something. No wonder they kept the private cop on duty day and night.
         That certainly wasn't a part of the publicity stunt. After all, neighborhood jewelry shops aren't exactly equipped to carry a quarter of a million in ice in their tin safes. And it was a lucky thing they weren't, too. Otherwise he and these punks wouldn't be sitting here waiting around to take it away.
        Dommie suddenly spoke, his voice sounding hollow in the confines of the small room.
        "Must be at least an hour by now," he said.
        "Shut up," Jake quickly growled. "No talking. Hasn't been more'n about fifteen, twenty minutes. Just sit tight and shut up."
        Vince coughed and quickly covered his mouth. He knew Jake would be only too well aware of exactly what time it was, watch or no watch. He himself knew that the picture upstairs would be off at around eleven-fifteen; that the place would be cleared out within another ten to fifteen minutes. Candy was the one who would close up. He was the last man out. Candy could be counted on. He'd be down to get them a couple of minutes before he was ready to lock up for the night. And then they'd have exactly five minutes to get out and get the stuff from the car and get back inside again.
        Candy returned at exactly twenty minutes to twelve. He knocked very softly on the door and a second later opened it and entered. He waited until he was inside before he switched on the flashlight. He'd changed from his usher's uniform to his street clothes.
        "O.K," he said. "Let's go. I wanna get out of here and get home as soon as possible and get my alibi set. I'm the one they're goin' to be questioning an' I gotta be ready."
        He used a small pencil flash and they