Benny got to his feet. “I’ll do it. That’s mighty white of you, Jack. If there’s any little thing”
Caston led him to the door. “On your way, pal,” he said, “and if it works, give her one for me.”
He watched Benny hurry down the corridor before turning back to his office.
15
June 6th, 9.45 a.m.
RAVEN SAT on the edge of his bed and looked round at the three men who stood or leant against the wall opposite him.
There was Lefty, Little Joe and Maltz. For eighteen months these three men had elected to follow Raven, and they had for this period experienced a very thin time. Raven didn’t excuse himself. He had just told them to be patient and they had believed him. He had never let them go hungry. Somehow, by dangerous raids, hold−ups and the like, they had managed to make a little money, but all the same they had all had a bad time.
Such was their faith in Raven, however, that they had not grumbled. It was now that he could tell them that their faith in him was justified.
He knew these three men for what they were. There was no spark of human feeling in any of them. They wanted money: not just money, but big money. They didn’t care how they got it, but they knew that none of them had the brains to make that money. They knew Raven could make it, so they had been contented to wait.
Raven looked round at them, and he gloried in his triumph. “Well,” he said, “I’ve sent for you guys because somethin’s happenin’. I told you it would, and it has.”