CHAPTER XII
DONEGAN PREPARES
IT was Friday evening. Flash Donegan was glum as he sat in his dim apartment. He stared at the wall of the room, and swore feelingly. For Flash Donegan was not pleased with the way matters had been going.
Some one tapped at the door. Flash recognized the sound. He called out, “Come in!”
The door opened, and Dip Riker entered. Flash greeted his underling with a snarl.
“It’s time you showed up!” he growled. “Fine egg you are! Don’t stand there gawking. Get in here and sit down. I want to talk to you.”
Dip obeyed. Despite the fact that he felt himself the equal of Flash Donegan, the wolfish gangster knew that he was at fault. Something had gone wrong last night.
Dip had not yet learned what it was. He sat down and tried to meet Donegan’s glare, but failed. Dip shifted uneasily In his chair.
“You caused plenty of trouble,” said Flash accusingly. “If you’d stuck to your job, we’d be all right now. Why didn’t you trail that guy Vincent?”
“I did trail him, Flash,” protested Dip. “But you know I’ve got to be careful. It would have been all off if he’d spotted me. I couldn’t stick too close to him.”