“It had to be a lone play, Jeff—just had to be! But don’t think I have all the money in the world cornered in my pocket, even if it looks like it. And I’m not back here simply to give you a treat by letting you look at it. I have located a bigger bundle—but it can’t be coopered by a lone play.”
“Job for the gang, hey?” he asked, almost drooling.
“Well, for the right operators if they’re the real goods. But no amateurs, you know!”
“Condemn it! I have told you about my brother. He’s one of the best in the country! Has just pulled off a killing—not very big, but easy and profitable.”
“Where?”
“Nothing doing on the where!” replied Mr. Dawlin, warily. “That’s all done and the money counted. We always forget where as soon as the money is counted.” He fingered his nose. “Where is—” he started.
“Same tag,” I said, smartly. “You forget and I don’t remember. All is, it’s there waiting. Can we all get together?”
“When?”
“To-day.”
“Blast it all! you ought to know that we can’t all get together to-day—nor a week from to-day!” He showed some suspicion.