A sordid grin came over Clipper Tobin’s ugly face. This was the sort of talk he liked to hear.
“I told you we’re safe on this,” he declared.
“I took your word for it, Clipper.”
“You’re goin’ through with the job O.K.?”
“Just as I’ve intended from the start.”
Clipper saw no double meaning in Cliff’s last remark. He leaned over the table and fairly hissed his next words.
“All right, Cliff,” he said. “I’m wisin’ you up. The mug we’re goin’ to bump is Arnold Bodine!”
CLIFF MARSLAND evidenced no surprise other than a steady stare that caused the grin to spread on Clipper’s face. They formed an odd pair; Cliff, unmoved by Clipper’s startling statement; Clipper with the triumphant look of a man who has delivered a bombshell.
“Is that all?” asked Cliff.
Clipper stared back in surprise.