“Joe Yeader will play that part to perfection. Remember his accent? He did time in Brixton Jail.”
“I don’t get it all,” blurted Rake. “What is coming off?”
Fay furrowed his brow and stared seriously toward the paper in his hand. He thrust it into his pocket. “I’ll explain later,” he said. “We’re going right into the lion’s den. We’ll bait the trap with more banknotes. We’ve got to clear the name of the Gray Brotherhood and the ex-inmates working for the Gray Taxi Company.”
“Do you suspect that girl?”
“I have every reason to believe she is guilty.”
“She don’t look the part.”
“Looks and beauty are skin deep!”
“She didn’t talk like a gun moll or a fallen sister.”
“She’s employed by a man who is suspected by the police and Mr. Mott. She has sole charge of Ponsardin’s taxicab interests. She was the first to meet Stephney on this side of the Atlantic. She was the last to see him alive, according to her own admission. What would you think from all that?”