“I’ll lay five grand to a fin it was the same bozo that gave the works to old man Harshaw!”
“That doesn’t help us,” groaned Homer. “There’s two been killed there now, and it’s going to be tougher than ever to get in the place.
“The cops will never find the old man’s strong box, but that doesn’t help us.
“No,” agreed Farley, “and it doesn’t help us to know that there’s another guy snooping around. He bumped off Harshaw. That was a help.”
“Not for me,” objected Homer. “The cops are after me—”
“Forget those heels!” growled Farley. “Just remember that Harshaw can’t raise a squawk now. When we get his model, it’s ours. But there’s a slick guy after it, too, and he’s going to get busy as soon as we do.
“There’s too many dicks around that hotel now. When they thin out a bit, I’m going in there myself. But I’m not going too soon, and I’m not going too late.”
“How will you manage that?” questioned Homer. “If the other guy is watching the place when the dicks leave, you’ll go too soon.
“If he slides in and hooks the model, before you do, you’ll get there too late.”
“Right!” agreed Farley. “So I’m going out of my way to do a special job. I’m going to bump off the gazook that’s caused us all this trouble. I’ll get the guy that got Max!”