Reds raised three fingers and enumerated:
“First, he must be smooth — not like a regular crook. A fellow with education, nerve, and everything that goes with good appearance. That’s number one.
“Next, he’s got to be a sure shot. Handle the rod quick and well. A sure killer. That’s number two.
“Last — this is the hitch — he’s got to be good with the knife.
“We — I mean they aren’t sure just how this is going to work out. Maybe it will take a good quick stab to do it right — without using the rod at all. So that’s number three.
“Now, there isn’t a yegg in Chicago that I’ve seen that can fill the bill. I’ve been thinking that there’s none to be had anywhere. But if there is such a guy, there’s one person who would know him. That’s you, Spotter.”
Spotter licked his thin lips. “How much is it worth?” he asked, thoughtfully.
“How much is what worth?” questioned Reds Mackin. “To get the guy I want?”
“To tell you who he is.”
Reds Mackin laughed disdainfully.