“Not is right.”
“By Heaven, I’ll find a way to make you,” Floyd harshly threatened. “I’m going to find out just where we stand, or——”
“Easy!” Bannon turned like a flash, then added quickly: “Oh, it’s only the skirt. It’s Vera.”
She came by the same way as Bannon, with her skirts drawn around her to avoid the earthy walls, and with a look of alarm in her evil black eyes.
“Who’s the stiff in the alley?” she asked abruptly, with a startled glance at the detective.
“Still there, is he?” Floyd quickly questioned, instead of explaining.
“Yes.”
“He’ll lie still for some time to come,” Bannon viciously predicted. “I gave it to him good and strong.”
“And I’ll see that you get yours, in return,” thought Nick, far from daunted by his own threatening situation.
“You ought to have downed him earlier, farther from here,” said Floyd, doubtfully shaking his head.