“There’s no call to do that.”
“Holloway, you do a lot of talking and not much thinking,” the other snapped. “This will be our last meeting. We’ll divide the profits, and for a time at least, remain inactive.”
“That’s all very well for you,” Holloway complained. “You step out of it without anyone even knowing who you are. But some of us are tied up with the County Cooperative. If there’s any investigation, we’ll take the rap.”
“There will be no investigation.”
“That’s easy to say,” Holloway argued. “I don’t like the way things have been going lately. If we’re breaking up, we have a right to know who you are.”
“Sure,” chimed in another. “Remove your mask, and let’s have a look. We think we have your number but we ain’t positive.”
“You never will be,” the masked man returned coolly, backing toward the door. “And now, goodnight.”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Holloway cried, trying to head him off.
“Stand back!” ordered the Master harshly.
From beneath his robe he whipped a revolver.