"Well," pursued Dillon diffidently, "how are you going to pull it
off, down through the sky-light, or up through the cellar?"
"Oh, Dillon," returned Garrick reproachfully, "that's unworthy of
you."
"But, Garrick," persisted Dillon, "don't you know that it is a
veritable National City Bank for protection. It isn't one of those
common gambling joints. It's proof against all the old methods.
Axes and sledgehammers would make no impression there. Why, that
place has been proved bomb-proof--bomb-proof, sir. You remember
recently the so-call 'gamblers' war' in which some rivals exploded
a bomb on the steps because the proprietor of this place resented
their intrusion uptown from the lower East Side, with their gunmen
and lobbygows? It did more damage to the house next door than to
the gambling joint."
Dillon paused a moment to enumerate the difficulties. "You can get
past the outside door all right. But inside is the famous ice-box
door. It's no use to try it at all unless you can pass that door
with reasonable quickness.
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