“I’ve been workin’ for Bart long enough to know that he’s king of the docks, and he’s goin’ to keep on bein’ king!”
“This job you fellows are doin’ tonight,” said Ernie shrewdly. “It’s O.K. with Bart, ain’t it?”
“Of course,” replied Ben. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t O.K. by Bart. He’s gettin’ his cut — and it’s plenty!”
A rough-looking, sallow-faced man came through the door which Big Ben had entered. Ernie grunted a greeting. The fellow handed him a storage receipt. It bore the name “Eureka Garage.”
“O.K.,” said Ernie. “Everything fixed, ain’t it?”
The man nodded.
“Get back here at two o’clock,” said Ernie.
The man left.
A few minutes later another appeared. He tendered a coupon that was marked “New Bronx Garage.”
Ernie began another conversation with Big Ben Hargins. While the men were talking, a third arrival appeared with a receipt on which was printed “Fogarty Garage Company.”