"It's certain enough," Cron laughed harshly. "She may be a smart girl, but she's not smart enough to get out of that closet."
"Let's divide up the money and get out of here," Lynch said nervously. "Forty thousand dollars—that's ten grand apiece."
The men began to argue angrily over the proposed distribution, Hoges insisting that Lynch was not entitled to any part of the money received from the sale of the pictures.
"It was our racket, and you just horned in," he protested. "You took none of the risk."
"If I pass the word around, you'll never get out of town with any of the money," Lynch retorted sneeringly.
"We're willing to divide up," Hoges said hastily, "but in return we expect a split on the pearl necklace."
"That was a deal between Cron and me."
The argument waxed hotter, the men's voices rising until Hanley Cron feared they could be heard outside.
"Pipe down," he ordered. "Do you want to bring the police? The important thing now is to get away from here before we're caught. Why not split everything four ways and no hard feelings?"
"Okay," Lynch growled. "We divide even. Where are the pearls?"