“Well, what did you find out?” Raven asked Maltz.
Maltz seemed bewildered. “The cops are in your apartment,” he said. “They took Sadie away. What the hell’s happenin’?”
Raven’s face twisted. “It’s that rat Grantham,” he snarled. “I was crazy to have trusted him. I told him to get rid of Ellinger and he didn’t do it. Now Ellinger’s finished us.”
Little Joe scratched his head. “What do we do now?” he asked. “Shall we beat it out of town?”
Raven shook his head. “Before we go we’ve got to have some dough. We’re goin’ to the St. Louis Hotel an’
collect the dough I’ve got in my apartment.”
Maltz said patiently, “I told you the cops are in there. They’ll have found it by now.”
Raven shook his head. “No guy’s goin’ to open my safe in a few hours. We’ve got to get that dough, Maltz.”
Lefty said, “The G−men will be up there too.”
Raven showed his teeth. “Yeah? What of it? We’ll go up the back way with Thompsons. They won’t have a chance.”