Maltz ignored him.
4
August 18th, 2.10 a.m.
RAVEN walked into the lobby of the St. Louis Hotel, followed by Little Joe and Lefty. He went immediately to the elevator which took him up to his suite.
Little Joe leant against the wall of the cage, his eyes half closed and a look of tired satisfaction softening the lines of his face. “I ain’t seen so many floosies all at one time in my life,” he said. “Gee! Some of them were hot numbers.”
Lefty shrugged. “So much meat to me,” he said. “I’ve got no use for it when it’s tossed at me like that.”
“Shut up, you two!” Raven said savagely. He had had a trying evening, but the first step of his scheme was successfully launched.
They went into the suite. Maltz was sitting in a large chair, dozing. He started up as they came in.
Raven looked at him hard. “She all right?”
Maltz rubbed his eyes. “Yeah,” he said; “she’s sleepin’ in there.”