Joses kept the tryst, and went straight to the point.
He had burned his boats now.
"When do they box him to Liverpool?" he asked.
"Monday," answered the other, who seemed very surly. "If you want to do anything, you must move sharp, Mr. Joses. It's here or nowhere, mind. You won't get no chance at Aintree. Too many cops around."
"Who's watching him at night?"
"Monkey."
"Does Monkey ever nod?"
The little man looked at the stars.
"No sayin' but he might—if he was to took a drop o' soothin' syrup."