Dillon snarled. “Come on, cut out the mystery act. What is it?”
Roxy wasn’t to be hurried. “All those guys there’ve got swell joints for your automatics. They’ve all got big corner stores and they’ve plenty of space. Suppose we persuade them to take six machines instead of one…. That would be gettin’ somewhere.”
“Six? Are they big enough?”
“Sure they’re big enough.”
Dillon got to his feet. “Little Ernie’s got to be fixed first,” he said.
Roxy examined his finger-nails. “I got him tied up.”
Dillon stood still. “What was that?”
“I got him tied up. You’ve only to take the boys along an’ there he is waitin’ for you.”
“What’s this, Roxy? Let’s have it fast.”
Roxy took his feet off the table. “Little Ernie and his mob will be at the Hot Rhythm Club tonight. They’ve got some big night on or somethin’; anyway, the gang will be there. Suppose we go an’ join ’em? It would be a fine time to meet all the mob together.”