“It’s yours, Chester. The police have been pulled off this job. You can go free.”
“What about the sucker-list? Who’s coming back here?”
“I may bring Marway. I may not need to bring him.”
Saidee lifted the heavy spool from her knee, “After you,” she said. “Open the door for me. Go out to the golf-club and wait.”
“I’ll wait about twenty minutes!” he exclaimed hotly. “I suppose Marway will order me pinched.”
“I’m in charge of the entire case. I’ve failed so far—unless—”’
“What?”
“This spool contains part of the sucker-list. I don’t see how it can. Do you?”
Fay jerked the door open, allowed the girl to pass through, and locked it. He thrust the key into her hand.
“Good-by,” he said.