“An' he's bound ter hev his orders obeyed, see?”
“Yes.”
Nick was about to offer an objection but he caught a look from Chick's eyes, which caused him to change his remark.
“What's on hand?” he asked. “A big job.”
“What craft is it?”
“Chief didn't say. He called me outside to tell me about it, an' I've given his orders. Any kickin'?”
“Narry a kick.”
“Right. You're a lu-lu, Sneaker.”
“You bet!”
Time passed slowly enough in the Rat-Hole. The air was bad, and the place reeked with filth and vermin, but the game was worth the candle, and so the detectives had patience.