“Why?” Jake was interested.
SNEAKS flipped a cigarette into his gashlike mouth and scratched a match on his thumb nail. He inhaled deeply before answering.
“Because I’d rather be with The Shadow than against him. You know, I met this Double Z once. That’s when I began workin’ for him. At Loy Rook’s hop joint. In the dark. Pitch dark. That’s why I said I’d never seen him.”
“Well, he’s smart,” declared Jake. “But he ain’t goin’ to tip off the cops on this Bodine job, is he?”
“He always does,” returned Sneaks.
“How’ll he get away with it, then?”
“Simple enough, when I give you the dope you paid Dave Markan’s grand for.”
Jake Dermott laughed. He shook his head in perplexity.
“It beats me!” he said. “This guy must know what he’s up to. Where does he get all his ideas?”
Sneaks Rubin grinned and waved his hand as he dropped back in his chair.