Maltz pulled up the back seat and took out three Thompsons. Raven took one and Lefty another.
Little Joe said uneasily, “Shall I stick with the heap?”
Raven shook his head. “We’ll want everyone up there,” he said grimly. “Don’t forget, boys, there’s nearly a million bucks in my safe. We split.”
“As long as there ain’t a million G−men, that’ll be fine,” Lefty said with a tight smile.
Raven walked quickly into the hotel. The porter, sitting in his little office, gave them a startled look. When he saw the Thompsons his hand went out to the telephone. Raven lifted the long muzzle of the machine−gun.
The porter gave a sickly smile and took his hand away.
Raven said to Lefty, “Fix that bird.”
Lefty took two quick steps and the butt of his gun crashed down on the porter’s head. The porter slumped down on the floor of his office.
“Fast, now,” Raven said, stepping into the elevator.
The others crowded in after him. They were all very nervous. The elevator whined up between the floors.