Cliff had known many women. Although there was one who stood out in his memory, he remembered the others. He had never found it difficult to win a woman’s love; and when a girl talked as Madge was talking, he knew that she would never betray anything that he might say.
He felt that fortune had smiled upon him. Through Madge, he could learn of Killer Durgan. He decided to win her confidence.
“So you like gangsters,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” responded Madge. “They’re regular guys. But don’t ever have a run-in with one like Durgan—”
“Do you know a man named Cliff Marsland?” interrupted Cliff.
“The guy they say bumped off Tim Waldron?” questioned Madge, in an awed tone.
“Yes.”
“No. I don’t know him.”
“You do now!”
A gasp came from the darkness beside Cliff. It was several seconds before the meaning of his words had impressed the girl.