"You want me to go with you?" Harry asked.
"You bet I do," Powell replied. "That gives you the dope you want firsthand."
"And," added Harry, "also protects you a bit."
"That's just it. When we get to the place, you slip me the cash. Then I'll go in and get the ten grand, leaving what I've got!"
"That works the other way," smiled Harry. "I want to know exactly what you're going to leave. You show me what you're taking in, so I can check up on your story.
"You can take the five thousand dollars with you. I'll be waiting for you. I won't blow."
"You might — "
"Not a bit of it. Because I want to know who you're dickering with, and get some other facts from you. I'll let those wait until you join me."
"All right," agreed Powell.
"Get this straight, Powell!" Harry's voice was emphatic. "We're both taking chances tonight. I'm shooting fair, and I expect you to do the same. It's to your advantage.