“I’m finished with the Frog,” growled Brady. “He pays—of course he pays! But how long is it going on, Lola? You brought me into this!” He glowered at her.
“I brought you in, when you wanted to be brought into something,” she said calmly. “You can’t live on my savings all your life, Lew, and it was nearly time you made a little on the side.”
He played with a silver seal, twiddling it between his fingers, his eyes gloomily downcast.
“Balder’s caught, and the old man’s dead,” he said. “They’re the big people. What chance have I got?”
“What were your instructions, Lew?” she asked for the twentieth time that day.
He shook his head.
“I’m taking no risks, Lola. I don’t trust anybody, not even you.”
He took a small bottle from his pocket and examined it.
“What is that?” she asked curiously.
“Dope of some kind.”