“THE Public Safety Committee met again, tonight,” he said. “Chief Yates is squawking. Says there’s dope around town. Worried about the coppers who have disappeared. Remember that, Shifter!”
“We had to bump them,” responded Reeves. “Two of them butted into the works out on the end of the pier. We took them out the way the stuff came in. That’s all. The third guy was a wisenheimer. Said he was going to blow the works. Found out plenty through dumb luck, just snooping around. One of the mob got him.”
“The body?”
“Went out with some boating supplies for storage. Sent it away, like the others.”
“Be careful in the future,” said Wheels. “Lay off killings if you can. Yates also squawked about Big Tom’s place, here.”
“He was in tonight,” laughed the gambler. “I’ve been expecting him. You told me to watch out, and I did, Wheels. He went away happy.”
“You are keeping the detectives greased?”
“Sure thing. Parker and Bass are the ones that hang around here. Guess Yates thinks I don’t know who they are. I know how to handle those fellows!”
“Run heavy from now on,” ordered Wheels. “Yates won’t bother you for a while. As for you, Shifter, keep easy. The dope’s moving fast; don’t try to speed it up.
“We’re all set for some big gravy, now. We’re counting on you, Carpenter. You’ve turned in half a dozen neat jobs; with Big Tom running heavy, you ought to land plenty. How about it?”