“I tell you, Al,” the latter was saying, “this town is getting too hot for comfort. We’ve got to blow.”
“It was that Parker girl who queered everything,” muttered Gepper. “How could I know that her father was a newspaper publisher? He’s stirred up folks with his editorials.”
“You never should have let her in here. We had a swell set-up, but now we can expect a raid any day.”
“I tell you I thought she was just a smart-aleck kid, a friend of the Hodges’. Didn’t learn until yesterday who she was.”
“We’ve got to blow, Al. Sade’s threatening to make trouble, too. She thinks we’re holding out on the others.”
“We have picked up a little extra coin now and then.”
“Sure, Al, but we’ve always been the brains of the outfit. We take most of the risk, plan all the big jobs, so why shouldn’t we have more?”
“It’s time we cut loose from ’em, Slippery.”
“Now you’re talking! But we can’t pull out until the Henley job comes off. I’ve had a tip that the house is likely to be deserted tonight. Let’s make the haul and then skip.”
“Okay,” agreed Gepper. “I have some suckers coming for a séance at eight. I’ll get rid of them in quick time, and be waiting. So long, Slippery.”