“That’s right. See what you can find out, Joe.”
“Well, I won’t have much time,” Joe said. “I’m going out to the Gray Mill this afternoon.”
“That’s the name of his new road house,” said Marmosa to Vincent. “You remember? The one I was telling you about, eh?”
Harry nodded.
“I’ve got to be out there by eight o’clock,” said Le Blanc. “I won’t be able to be here tonight, Marmosa.”
“That’s all right,” said me big man. “Vincent can do the work this trip. I’m not going to open until late, and I’m going to be careful for a few days.”
“Maybe Thurman will show up at the Gray Mill,” said Le Blanc thoughtfully. “I was telling him about the place last night.”
“I wouldn’t talk too much about it, Joe,” observed Marmosa.
“Yeah, you’re right there,” replied Le Blanc. “But Thurman is O.K. You ought to know that. He proved it by the way he helped you out.”
“Maybe so, Joe. But you didn’t know that when you were talking to him. That was before he brought out his gat.”