“Just like we arranged last night.”
There was a pause. Herbert Carpenter set his lips. Was this to be the end of the conversation? He wished that he had been in on last night’s conference! Evidently, everything had been fully discussed at that time.
“Pretty near time for you to get along,” said Shifter.
“Nine thirty,” responded Borglund. “That’s when I leave.”
“Right on the dot, eh?”
“Not quite. I’ve got my own way of working, Shifter.”
“Yeah? So has Wheels Bryant.”
Another pause; then Shifter resumed:
“I figure Wheels will spring his stunt at ten o’clock. Say — that’s a big one, eh? That dumb committee up at Cruikshank’s house — putting an end to crime!
“Old Pop Yates gets full privileges. Away he goes, to raid Big Tom. Nothing doing there.