“There was one job — well, it was soft; and there’s likely to be others like it. It didn’t suit me. Now, tonight — well, maybe you’ve started something. If you have, we may get some of the action I’ve been itching for.”
“That sounds good. But listen, Flash! I don’t get the lay at all! We’re sitting here tonight — Marty Jennings is uptown — along comes a phone call — next thing I know, I’m waiting for a guy named Harry Vincent to come out of an old house on—”
“Never mind talking about it, Dip! You know what this fellow Vincent looks like, don’t you?”
“I’d pick him out a mile away, Flash!”
“Great! Well, get a line on him — easylike, you know. Don’t hang too close to him. Remember what he looks like, and also remember that house where you trailed him from. Get me?”
“Right!”
“See if he goes snooping around there. Don’t watch him close enough so he’ll get suspicious. But be on the job Thursday night. We don’t want him snooping up there then. Keep him away from there!”
“Leave it to me, Flash.”
“I’m leaving it to you, Dip! Remember, you’ve got a funny-looking mug, and it’s not a good idea to show it around too much. I’m going on the job, Thursday — up with Marty Jennings. You take care of your end. That’s all!”
“What about Marty? Thought you were going to drop him.”