“Instead of getting more gorillas and keeping them, you cut and change all the time. No strong-arm stuff — no ‘collecting’ — nothing to bother about.”
“Well, the dough comes in, don’t it?”
“Right! I’m satisfied. I ain’t saying nothing to nobody. But I know you well enough to talk to you, Flash. I get your idea. You’re pulling something different — and you’re afraid to keep a guy working for you too long.
“I ain’t asking you to tip me off to the lay. I’m just telling you what I see — being on the inside. That’s all, Flash. You get me, don’t you? I—”
AN oath came from Flash Donegan’s lips as he leaped to his feet. Dip Riker thought that he had incurred his pal’s displeasure. Wheedling words were upon Dip’s lips; then he saw Flash moving toward the window. This time, the racketeer pulled up the other shade.
With a puzzled look upon his face, he raised the window. Once again, he stared out into the courtyard. He closed the window and lowered the shade.
“What’s the matter, Flash?” questioned Dip.
“This thing’s giving me the heebie-jeebies,” came the reply. “Here I make sure one window’s locked and keep my eye on it; then the other curtain begins to move. That window’s unlocked. Am I goofy, Dip?”
“We’re up here on the fourth floor,” laughed Dip. “There can’t be nothing working at those windows. What’s the matter? Afraid of some guy?”
Alarm sounded in Dip’s voice, as he went on. “You ain’t pulled a double cross on nobody, have you, Flash?”