"To-morrow night. I’ve got to go out and talk it over with the other this evening. You’re to go with me, if the scheme hits you all right."
"Sure it hits me all right," Nick quickly declared. "But where do we go to see them?"
"A good piece out of town."
"By train?"
"No. Taxi."
"Ain’t that taking a chance?" growled Nick, still seeming doubtful. "I don’t bank strong on chauffeurs."
"The one I employ is all right," said Sadie, with sinister earnestness. "He is one of the gang. We can trust him the limit."
"Well, that’s more like it," said Nick. "What’s his name?"
"Fallon."
"How can you get at him?"