“So would I,” I said, and slid the five-dollar bill Davis had given me across the desk. “That might interest you.”
He looked at it without picking it up, looked at me. raised his eyebrows.
“What’s the idea?”
“Look at it. It won’t bite.”
He picked it up, examined it. Then he sat up, bringing his chair straight with a crash. He was interested all right.
“Where did you get this?” he snapped.
“Found it,” I said. “There’re a lot floating around Paradise Palms.”
“Yeah,” he said savagely. He opened a drawer, took out a box and produced a bunch of notes. He compared the one I’d given him, grunted, put it in the box with the others. “They’re good, aren’t they?” he said grudgingly. “We’ve been after that gang for months. But up to now we haven’t a lead. No idea where it came from?”
“I might make a guess,” I said.
He waited, but I didn’t enlarge on it.