“Don’t discourage him yet,” said the Saint. “Tell me, Junior, what happens when a beggar does agree to kick in?”
“Well, then he joins the Society.”
“Society?”
“The Metropolitan Benevolent Society... Then I take him to Frankie. But that’s all I got to do with it. Frankie’s waiting somewhere in his car and drives off with the guy. It ain’t my business after that. I don’t ask questions.”
“Where do you meet Frankie?”
“It’s different all the time. I was to see him next Wednesday night, at eight o’clock — corner of State and Adams.”
“I hope he won’t be too disappointed when you don’t show up,” said the Saint gently.
Junior gulped.
“Now lissen,” he pleaded. “I told you everything. I run off at the mouth—”
“You certainly do,” Simon conceded. “What worries me is that it may be a habit with you. And I certainly don’t want you going to the King, or Frankie Weiss, and running off some more about this little tête-à-tête of ours. So while we decide whether we’re going to kill you, we’ll just have to keep you out of circulation... Can you get Samuel back, Hoppy?”