When the nurse said he had to be quiet, I took Cora down, and put her in the car. We no sooner started out than the cop was back there, following us on his motorcycle.
“He suspicions us, Frank.”
“It’s the same one. He knew there was something wrong, soon as he saw me standing there, keeping watch. He still thinks so.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. It all depends on that stepladder, whether he tumbles what it’s there for. What did you do with that slung-shot?”
“I still got it here, in the pocket of my dress.”
“God Almighty, if they had arrested you back there, and searched you, we’d have been sunk.”
I gave her my knife, made her cut the string off the bag, and take the bearings out. Then I made her climb back, raise the back seat, and put the bag under it. It would look like a rag, like anybody keeps with the tools.
“You stay back there, now, and keep an eye on that cop. I’m going to snap these bearings into the bushes one at a time, and you’ve got to watch if he notices anything.”
She watched, and I drove with my left hand, and leaned my right hand on the wheel. I let go. I shot it like a marble, out the window and across the road.