His key hadn't come down yet when I engaged it.
Hubbard
Well, get to work. That must be his bedroom.
(He goes to door of bedroom, opens, and peers in, turns on electric lights of bedroom, turns them out, then turns back to men.) You know what it is—a bunch of documents and letters. If we find it there is a clean five hundred each for you, in addition to your regular pay.
(While the conversation goes on, all three engage in a careful search of desk, drawers, filing cabinets, bookcases, etc.)
Second Man
Old Starkweather must want them bad.
Hubbard
Sh-h. Don't even breathe his name.
Second Man