"Chuck him over? Say, Whitey, don't you get the lay yet? We're not goin' to heave him.
We're goin' to let him slide in — car an' all! That's the way we're workin' it!"
Whitey whistled in admiration at his companion's scheme. This was murder simplified. A car, toppling from the top of an unguarded cliff in the dark. An accident encountered by a person who had lost his way.
No evidence to tell the story. Even should the car be discovered by a probing of the depths, there would be no proof that a crime had been committed.
"This is a big job tonight, Whitey," declared Jake. "What's in back of it is something I don't know. I've got the dough, that's all.
"You know the instructions I got. Watch the Green Mill an' see that two guys came an'
went without running into trouble. Grab any fellow that looks suspicious. That's what we did."
"An' bump him off our own way," added Whitey
"Which is what we're doin'," declared Jake.
"All right, let's get goin'."