Cronin stepped from the sedan and walked over to the touring car. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket and studied the face of Harry Vincent.
"He'll be out for pretty near an hour anyway," Cronin observed. "So we don't have to worry about that. But we'll plant a few things to make it look good."
He pulled three bottles from his pocket. Two were empty; the odd one was about one-third filled.
"Have a drink, Wally," said Cronin, passing the last bottle to his companion. "Leave some, though. I brought that along with me from Cleveland."
Wally gulped at the bottle, and Cronin followed suit. Then he poured tiny quantities of the liquor into the empty bottles and shook them around. He put the cork back into the bottle that still contained a little liquid. This he thrust in Harry's pocket. He tossed the empty bottles in the back of the touring car.
"You went through this fellow's pockets, didn't you?" he asked.
"Sure thing," replied Wally.
"What did you take?"
"Only his watch and his money — about forty dollars. Nothing else there that I wanted."
"Give me back about seven dollars."