It’ll be stashed in the hat.
Bloody great, there are a dozen hats. The odds one in twelve. Brilliant odds for a throat-slashing. Why did these jobs have to be so difficult? Sure, the drinking cocktails around the pools of five-star hotels seem worth it at the time… Tick-tock.
Damn, what else did he say?
I’m as mad as a hatter.
Got that one right, crazy bastard. Bet the diamonds are in the top centre, only the mental would wear something so gauche.
We all wear many hats.
Yes! Like a woman possessed she gathered the caps, snatching one out of foreign hands. The gems in her possession, she hustles like a tourist through the market.