“Not in that room. It’s different from this one. There’s a kinda corner there” — Nipper was trying to describe an alcove — “back by the wall of the room. You can open the door a bit when I go in an’ take out the dishes. I gotta knock to go in — an’ they quit their buzzin’ while I’m in the room.”
“Let’s go,” said Cliff.
He accompanied Nipper to the darkened room. The little man worked softly at the door. The key turned silently in the lock. Nipper nudged Cliff and went out into the corridor.
Cliff heard him knock at the door of the other room. Then came the sound of Nipper’s voice. The little man had entered.
Cliff opened his own door a few inches.
He immediately heard the clatter of dishes. The sound ended. There was a slight slam from the outer door as it closed.
Nipper had left. Conversation began.
“IT’S all set, then,” came the voice of Ernie Shires. “Tell me where you’re puttin’ the old trucks.”
“Fogarty’s,” replied one voice.
“Eureka,” said another.