"By telephone," said Sadie, with a glance at an instrument on a stand in one corner. "He’s expecting to hear from me. I’ve been waiting only for you to show up, Bosey, and say you would go."
Nick was very willing to go and he saw no reason to defer doing so, the woman’s assurance convincing him that she felt that she held the ribbons and that he suspected no ulterior designs. Nick had not a doubt, moreover, as to whom he was to meet.[Pg 37]
"Sure, kid, I’ll go," he said, after a moment. "Why wouldn’t I go?"
"No reason, Bosey."
"Get next to the phone, then, and fetch on your man. We can’t start too soon to suit me."
"That’s the stuff!" cried Sadie; with another momentary gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. "I’ll have him here with his buzz car in five minutes."
She arose with the last and hastened to the telephone.
Nick fished out a black cigar and lit it, smoking indifferently until the woman resumed her seat. He then continued the conversation much along the foregoing lines, until the noise of the approaching taxicab was heard by both, when Sadie started up and exclaimed:
"He’s here, Bosey. That’s Fallon."
"So I heard."