“Meaning?” asked Jimmy.
“Me, bo, I’m the Lizard.”
“Box cracked?” repeated Jimmy. “An ice-box or a hot box?”
His visitor grinned. “Safe,” he explained.
“Oh,” said Jimmy, “if I ever want any one to break into a safe, come to you, huh?”
“You get me,” replied the other.
“All right,” said Jimmy, laughing, “I’ll call on you. That the only name you got, Mr. Lizard?”
“That’s all—just the Lizard. Now I gotta be beatin’ it.”
“Goin’ to crack a box?” asked Jimmy.
The other smiled his lip smile and turned toward the door.