Bince realized that he was compromised as hopelessly already as he could be if the man had even more information.
“Yes,” he said, “there is something beside Torrance’s interference in the shop. He’s interfering with our accounting system and I don’t want it interfered with just now.”
“You mean the pay-roll?” asked Krovac.
“It might be,” said Bince.
“You want them two new guys that are working in the office croaked, too?” asked Krovac.
“I don’t want anybody ‘croaked’,” replied Bince. “I didn’t tell you to kill Torrance in the first place. I just said I didn’t want him to come back here to work.”
“Ah, hell, what you givin’ us?” growled the other. “I knew what you meant and you knew what you meant, too. Come across straight. What do you want?”
“I want all the records of the certified public accountants who are working here,” said Bince after a moment’s pause. “I want them destroyed, together with the pay-roll records.”
“Where are they?”
“They will all be in the safe in Mr. Compton’s office.”