She went out and left him. Later, when she came back, he was sitting where she had left him, smoking. The wallet and the papers weren’t any longer in sight.
“Well?” she said.
Fenner looked at her. His eyes were hard. “Any of those guys know you’ve got this place?”
She shook her head. “No one.”
Fenner frowned. “You don’t tell me that you put this joint together all on your own.”
He wasn’t sure whether her face had gone pale or whether it was a trick of the light. She said evenly, “I wanted somewhere to go when I was sick of all this. So I saved, bought the place, and no one knows about it.”
Fenner grunted. “You know what’s in that wallet?”
“Well, I looked at it. It didn’t mean anything to me.”
“No? Well, it means a hell of a lot to Thayler. There are four receipts of money paid by Carlos to him. Two IOU’s from Noolen for large sums, and particulars of five places where they land the Chinks.”
Glorie shrugged. “I can’t cash that at the bank,” she said indifferently.