“Maybe he’s got somebody with him.”
“He hasn’t any pals here in Chicago — “
“He’s a fast shooter, Hymie. Maybe he’ll make trouble for us.”
“He can’t fire two ways at once. Listen, Spirak. Here’s the way we’ll get him. I know that old apartment house. I can pick the lock of the front door in one minute. The back is a cinch, too. If you can’t get in the door, it’s easy to smash in the window of the kitchenette.”
“Which will we try?”
“I’ll take the front, and you take the back. You sneak in, and if you see him, plug him. I’ll go slow, but if I run into him, I’ll give him the works. But come in fast if you hear shooting. It may be him, you know.”
Four-gun Spirak nodded.
“It’s all right if you say so,” he said. “But I’d rather wait and take this gorilla for a ride. It would be a cinch later on.”
“Maybe,” replied Hymie Schultz, “and maybe not. I figure it this way, Spirak. The quicker we get him, the better. There’s no cops around this place, even though gorillas used to live in that apartment house. We can finish this mug and then clear out.”
They separated as they arrived at the apartment house. But just before they parted, Schultz gave a last admonition to his companion.