"Slim" released his hand.
"All right, beat it now and forget you ever saw me," he said. John and Murphy left the room, each with two $10 bills. The red-faced man with the greasy derby winked at John as they passed him. They hurried through the afternoon crowd in Spring street until they were a block from the saloon.
John was the first to speak.
"Murphy," he said, "who is this man, 'Slim'?"
"'Slim's' da right-hand man for da 'Gink.' He's one of da few birds da 'Gink' will trust. And he's one hard-boiled guy, believe me."
"Whose money was that he paid us?"
"Well," Murphy replied, "'Slim' gets his jack from da 'Gink.'"
"Are you sure of that?"
"Say, whatcha think 'Slim' is, a Christmas tree?"
"Now, let me get this right," said John. "The 'Gink' knew this raid was coming off. He arranged with you and most of the others who were arrested to be at the places to be raided so that Gibson's men would have a crowd to take to central station. Then each of those who were arrested and who were 'in on the know,' as you say, were given the $10 they put up for bail and $10 extra for being on hand to be arrested. Is that it?"