“Blamed if I know!” exclaimed Jake. “I showed up that night like I was told. Left that old stolen car around the corner. I walks in the vestibule. Like a shot I hears a voice tellin’ me to stay where I was.”
“Then what?” Sneaks leaned forward eagerly.
“The guy goes upstairs an’ I wait. Pretty soon he’s back again. ‘Hear anything?’ he says in the dark.
“‘No,’ says I. He tells me to come along.
“We go in the dark all the way. Up on the third floor he grabs me by the arm an’ pushes me down toward the floor.
“‘Take hold!’ he tells me. Next thing I knows we’ve lugged a dead body down to the vestibule.
“‘Get the car,’ he says.
“I get it an’ come in. Between us we walk that corpse across the sidewalk and prop it in the front seat.
“‘Get rid of it!’ he tells me.
“I go around an’ climb in at the wheel. Off I starts. Thought he was with me in the back seat. But he wasn’t! Whatta guy!”