A gleam of satisfaction appeared on Larrigan’s freckled face. Then Nick Savoli spoke emphatically.
“No killings around here,” he said. “We’ll put Monk Thurman on the spot, where you can get him. But keep your hoodlums away.”
“Right,” responded Larrigan warmly. “There’s one man going to get Monk Thurman. I’m that man.”
“I’ll tell you how it will be done,” suggested Borrango, in a pleasant voice. “We have discussed this, Nick and I.
“Monk Thurman wants to work for us. So we will tell him that he has a job to do tonight, and that Machine-gun McGinnis will meet him. We will send him to some good spot, and tell him that McGinnis is to meet him there.”
“When will this be?”
“Tonight,” said Savoli.
“Tonight,” repeated Borrango, “if Thurman comes here as we expect, this afternoon.”
“When will I know for sure?”
Borrango was thoughtful. He calculated the time element very carefully. He made allowance for a late arrival of Monk Thurman. Then he made his decision.