They returned to the taxi, and Jay told the driver to go back to the Banner office.
“Does that interest you?” he said quietly. “Grantham must have found out he’d talked to me, so he shut his mouth. This looks like the real thing.”
Henry said doubtfully, “Maybe it was a coincidence.”
“Maybe it was nothing of the sort. It sticks out a mile. Who’d want to shoot a guy like Fletcher? Ask yourself. He was just an out−of−work clerk. No, guys don’t risk killing a poor punk like that unless it’s very important. I’d like you to speak to Poison.”
Henry said, “What are you thinking of doing?”
“I’d like to take this up on the quiet. Keep an eye on the Club, find out what I can, and if I get anything worth while, go for it with two hands.”
Henry relaxed. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll speak to Poison.”
“Let’s go an’ see him now,” Jay said. “The old buzzard won’t be in bed yet.”
Henry groaned. “All right,” he said. “It looks as if I’m not going to get any sleep tonight.”
“You’ll get all the sleep you want after you’ve seen Poison,” Jay said, giving the new address to the taxi−driver.