They followed him over to the garage. Duffy said to Schultz, “Can you handle this bus?”
Schultz nodded. “You bet,” he said, faintly surprised.
“Well, drive it then. Gilroy and me want to talk.”
Gilroy and Duffy got in at the back and Schultz climbed in under the wheel. “Where to?” Schultz asked, jerking the starter.
Duffy gave him the address of his bank, and Schultz nosed the car carefully down the narrow alley into the main street.
Duffy said to Gilroy, “We’ll double-cross this louse right away. I’m turning the list over to English and he can get busy on it. It’s too big for us to handle Next, we give the copy to Morgan and get his dough. Then we fix Annabel, and after that we’ll call round on Morgan’s office and collect any evidence to run him out. If we don’t turn any up, we’ll have to run him out on our own.”
Gilroy leant back against the cushions and closed his eyes. He said sleepily, “You got quite a programme, ain’t you?”
Duffy said, “I want to get shot of this, then you boys can spend what you’ve earned.”
Schultz ran the car to the kerb and Duffy went into the bank. The other two stayed in the car, waiting. When Duffy came out he glanced up and down the street, then stepped hastily into the car. Schultz pulled away at once.
Duffy gave English’s address. He said, “Make it fast.” Schultz glanced at him in the driving-mirror, nodded, and swung to the side streets.