“No idea,” declared Clyde. “That’s all I can tell you. One grand for one job. Where and how I don’t know.”
“Well,” said Cardona, “that’s enough. Here’s Double Z’s note and you’ve promised to keep it out of the news until I give the word.”
Clyde read the message. He was apparently studying the signature. Actually he was committing the words to memory.
“It looks genuine,” said Cardona.
“Before midnight,” remarked Clyde. “That means—”
“You get the story as soon as it breaks. If it’s a hoax, you can let it ride at one minute after twelve. I think it’s going to miss.”
“Why?”
“Because my men will be there.”
“Are you warning Bodine?”
“Yes and no. We’ll let him know something’s up, but he won’t know just what.”