“Nothing will go wrong. Everything has been planned to the last detail.”
“I’m already in bad with the police,” the old watchman whined. “I wouldn’t have gone in with you if I’d known just what I was doing.”
“You got your money for the Thompson bridge job, didn’t you?”
“A hundred dollars.”
“It was more than you earned,” the other replied irritably. “All you had to do was let me get away after I dynamited the bridge. You blamed near shot off my head!”
“I had to make it look as if I was doin’ my duty. Those girls were watching me.”
“That Parker pest came snooping around at The Parrot,” the waiter said, letting the tilted chair legs thud on the floor. “Brought a reporter with her too. I got rid of ’em in short order.”
“She didn’t act very friendly when she found me bound and gagged aboard the coal barge,” Carl Oaks resumed. “I think she may have suspected that it was a put up job. That’s why I want to get out o’ town while the getting is good.”
“You can leave after tonight. We blast the Seventh Street bridge at one o’clock.”
“And what about this prisoner I’ve been nursemaiding?”