"There will be millions. We shall all have our share. You and I, Delmuth. You and I and
— " He went no further. Sidney Delmuth's eyes were glowing. This picture of grand success intrigued him. Benson arose and waved his hand toward the door.
"Grady and I are ready," said the old man. "We are leaving in the car. You know where we will be. Communicate with us in the secret method."
Delmuth nodded.
"I'll go first," he said. "I'll talk to Shamlin and Harmon — make sure that all is well. They'll go with me when I leave. If I don't come back, the path is clear."
He left the room. A few moments later, Delmuth reappeared on the street outside the little restaurant. Two men approached him. A voice spoke low.
"Nobody been around," one of the two men was saying. "It's O.K.."
"Is the cab nearby?" Delmuth asked.
"Right around the corner."
The group moved away. A few minutes later, a taxi rolled down the street. Harmon was at the wheel. In the back seat sat Sidney Delmuth and his underling, Shamlin. Delmuth was talking to Shamlin.