“A swell dame, Cliff?”
Cliff nodded.
“Just like ‘em!” said Madge emphatically. “They drop a guy just as soon as he gets in a jam! I’m not that way, Cliff!”
She looked into his eyes, as she leaned forward and gripped both his hands. Cliff smiled again.
“I’d better make that second phone call,” he said thoughtfully. “It may mean trouble for Killer Durgan.”
Madge sat back at the suggestion. She was positive that Cliff Marsland meant business tonight.
At the telephone, Cliff called his number and received a prompt reply. The voice began to give instructions as soon as Cliff had made his identity known.
“Go to Cassidy’s cigar store immediately,” came the order. “You know where it is?”
“Yes.”
“Go to the back room. It is a meeting place. That has been arranged. You will give instructions to the men—”