I gripped the wheel tightly, and I felt my face turn white, but Clancy didn’t notice.
“They didn’t oughta keep a dame like that in the jail,” he went on. “She’s making the other prisoners restless. She’s dangerous too. She was in for sticking a knife into her old man. I’m keeping clear of A floor.”
“Let us through, Clancy,” Maxison said, glancing at me. “We have a job to do at ten.”
“Sure,” he said. “These boys are okay,” he said to the other cops. “Let ’em through.”
As I drove the hearse slowly past the barricade, Clancy bawled after me, “If you see that punk Cain, tell him we’re expecting him, and not to disappoint us.”
“I’ll tell him to pick his box first,” I called back, “and pick it from us.”
They laughed like a bunch of hyenas.
“How are you making out?” I asked Maxison.
He was wiping his face with a handkerchief, and he looked hot and uncomfortable.
“I’m all right,” he said shortly.