The Great Train Robery by Crichton, Michael

Pierce nodded, but said nothing. This was essentially Agar’s operation, and he would have to figure it out. “The pogue is two keys, you say?”

“Yes,” Pierce said. “Two keys.”

“Two keys is four waxes. Four waxes is nigh on a minute, to do it proper. But that doesn’t count cracking the outside, or the inside cabinet. That’s more time again.” Agar looked around at the crowded platform, and the clerks in the office. “Bloody flummet to try and crack her by day,” he said “Too many people about.”

“Night?”

“Aye, at night, when she’s empty, and a proper deadlurk. I think the night is best.”

“At night, the crushers make rounds,” Pierce reminded him. They had already learned that during the evening, when the station was deserted, the policemen patrolled it at four- or five-minute intervals throughout the night. “Will you have time?”

Agar frowned, and squinted up at the office. “No,” he said finally. “Unless…”

“Yes?”

“Unless the offices were already open. Then I can make my entrance neat as you please, and I do the waxes quicklike, and I’m gone in less than two minutes flat.”

“But the offices will be locked,” Pierce said.

“I’m thinking of a snakesman,” Agar said, and he nodded to the supervisor’s office.

Pierce looked up. The supervisor’s office had a broad glass window; through it, he could see Mr. McPherson, in his shirtsleeves, with white hair and a green shade over his forehead. And behind McPherson was a window for ventilation, a window approximately a foot square. “I see it,” Pierce said. And he added, “Damn small.”

“A proper snakesman can make it through,” Agar said. A snakesman was a child adept at wriggling through small spaces. Usually he was a former chimney sweep’s apprentice. “And once he’s in the office, he unlocks the cupboard, and he unlocks the door from the inside, and he sets it all up proper for me. That will make this job a bone lay, and no mistake,” he said, nodding in satisfaction.

“If there’s a snakesman.”

“Aye.”

“And he must be the devil’s own,” Pierce said, looking again at the window, “if we are to break that drum. Who’s the best?”

“The best?” Agar said, looking surprised. “The best is Clean Willy, but he’s in.”

“Where’s he in?”

“Newgate Prison, and there’s no escaping that. He’ll do his days on the cockchafer, and be a good lad, and wait for his ticket-of-leave if it comes. But there’s no escape. Not from Newgate.”

“Perhaps Clean Willy can find a way.”

“Nobody can find a way,” Agar said heavily. “It’s been tried before.”

“I’ll get a word to Willy,” Pierce said, “and we shall see.”

Agar nodded. “I’ll hope,” he said, “but not too excessive.”

The two men resumed watching the offices. Pierce stared at the storage room of the offices, at the little cupboard mounted on the wall It occurred to him that he had never seen it opened. He had a thought: what if there were more keys— perhaps dozens of keys— in that little closet? How would Agar know which ones to copy?

“Here comes the escop,” Agar said.

Pierce looked, and saw that the police constable was making his rounds. He flicked his chronometer: seven minutes forty-seven seconds since the last circuit. But the constable’s routine would be more rapid at night.

“You see a lurk?” Pierce said.

Agar nodded to a baggage stand in a corner, not more than a dozen paces from the staircase. “There’d do.”

“Well enough,” Pierce said.

The two men remained seated until seven o’clock, when the clerks left the office to return home. At seven-twenty, the supervisor departed, locking the outside door after him. Agar had a look at the key, from a distance.

“What kind of a key?” Pierce asked.

“Cheap twirl will manage,” Agar said.

The two men remained another hour, until it became inconvenient for them to stay in the station. The last train had departed, and they were now too conspicuous. They remained just long enough to clock the constable on night duty as he made his rounds of the station. The constable passed the traffic manager’s office once every five minutes and three seconds.

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