"Put in a good word for me, Dago, if you get the chance," he whispered. "I have already said many a good one for you—and I made it as easy for you as I could all around."
"All right," said Nick again.
"And one more word, Dago. I forgot to tell you——"
"What?"
"Cremation Mike has got it in——"
"Who?"
"Cremation Mike—he worked in a crematory once—has got it in for you. He's the chap you chucked into the soup, you know. He sneaked away after you left last night, so I'm told, and he swore black and blue that he would have your life for that act. He will, too. He's sure bad medicine, that fellow. He's a bad member, too. I just thought I'd give you the pointer."
Handsome turned away then, and Nick went on alone to the piazza, where Black Madge was awaiting him.
He stopped just before he put his foot upon the veranda, and waited for her to make some sign; and she approached quite near to him, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Good morning, Dago," she said, smiling.