“That’s right, Steve. I’m a friend of yours. I want to see you stay where you are — or get further.”
“O.K., Joe. Well, I’m getting farther. I’m going out on a real job to-morrow night. When I pull that one, I’ll be worth plenty dough to Savoli!”
Le Blanc did not reply, but he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Cronin observed him; and smiled slightly.
“Can’t tell you what it is, Joe,” he said. “I’m leaving Savoli’s some time in the evening. The alibi is all fixed. I’ll let you in on this much of it — I’m taking Guisto’s place.”
“I get you, Steve. He got his the other night, didn’t he?”
“Yeah — “
“Say, you’re with Machine-gun McGinnis, now, aren’t you? I suppose he will be on to-morrow night’s job.”
Steve Cronin snapped his fingers.
“Enough said, Joe,” was his reply. “Forget it, now. What concerns you is this: after to-morrow night, I’m going to mean something here in Chicago. I’ll have the jump on the rest of the boys. I don’t want any competition.”
“Such as — “