Maltz said, “Did you get him?”
“Sure. He went out like a light. Raven was right. He knew too much,” Lefty said.
Little Joe said uneasily, “There’ll be a hell of a row about this.”
“Aw, shut up!” Lefty snarled. “It’s time we got tough in this burg. I’ve been fed up just hangin’ around chasin’ dames off the street.”
“Where the hell’s it goin’ to get us?” Little Joe said, heading towards the St. Louis Hotel. “Ain’t we got enough dough?”
Maltz said very softly, “Turnin’ yellow, Joe?”
Little Joe said hastily, “No. I was just wonderin’.”
“Well, don’t wonder, then.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence.
Raven was waiting for them. His thin, wolfish face was hard and set as they came in. “Well?” he said.