“You’ll find some kind of a hook-up under there. Take it off. Get me?
“Now here’s where you take those trucks. Each one of you goes to a New Era Garage. Tenth Avenue is yours, Patsy. Yours is Fifty-fourth Street, Dave. Nipper goes to Eighth Avenue. Check the trucks in there.
“Be particular about it. Say, that you’re leaving your truck for a couple of days, and make sure that it goes in a good corner spot. Just work on one man, in an offhand manner.
“Look over your truck when you put it away, and fix that connection under the front seat when nobody is looking. You understand all that?”
“Well, just one word more. Drive those trucks slowly and carefully when you come down from the Bronx. Don’t run any risk. Keep out of trouble. That’s all!”
“Half a grand?” questioned Nipper incredulously. “Half a grand for just bringin’ a truck down from the Bronx?”
“Just for that,” said Cliff. “Nothing else. Then lay low until you hear from me again. That’s all!”
THE meeting broke up. Patsy and Dave left the room; Nipper followed. Cliff remained for a few minutes; then made his way to the main room of the Club Drury.
On the other side was a row of curtained booths. They were in front of small tables, quite as secure from observation as the private dining rooms. Cliff smiled.
The Club Drury was an ideal place tonight. It would be the last spot where any one connected with Ernie Shires or Killer Durgan would come. That was exactly why it had been set as the meeting point. The instructions had surprised Cliff when he had received them; but after understanding had dawned, he had put The Shadow’s idea into further practice.