Murphy produced the receipt for his bail money and tossed it on the table. "Slim" examined it and then, without looking up, asked:
"And where's yours?"
John noticed Murphy's almost imperceptible jerk of his head. He drew his bail receipt from his pocket and tossed it on the table as Murphy had done. Holding the slip of paper in both hands "Slim" examined it closely, looked up inquiringly at John, and then reached into his pocket, bringing forth a thick roll of bills. He snapped the rubber band from the roll and extracted from it four bills. Returning the roll to his pocket he divided the four bills equally and pushed them across the table.
Murphy took two of the bills and John reached out his hand for the other two. As his fingers touched the bills, "Slim's" hand closed down on them.
"Just a minute," he heard "Slim" say. His nerves jerked tight as he looked down into the thin, hard face of the man in the chair. For two or three seconds they looked into each other's eyes. Then "Slim" spoke.
"You're on the square with Murphy and me?" he asked.
John nodded his head. "Slim" still held his hand on the bills.
"Say it," he demanded.
"I'm on the square with you," John said.