Ernie Shires grinned again, in admiration of the man.
“What’s the lay?” Durgan demanded suddenly.
Shires shrugged his shoulders.
“I was working for Tim Waldron,” he said. “He was blotted out last night. That’s all.”
Killer Durgan half-closed his eyelids as he stared at Shires. He raised his lower lip in an ugly manner.
“What did you do for Waldron?” he questioned.
“Managed his gorillas,” returned Shires.
“Who knocked him off?”
“A guy named Cliff Marsland.”
“What are you doing about it?”