“Can’t say. Had a reason, though. He always had a reason, and a good one. There was something he wanted to do.”
“Hope he does it quick and gets on down here. He’s been part of my bodyguard so long, I confess I don’t feel safe in a new place like this without him.”
Johnny stopped fumbling in his pocket and drew forth three yellow slips of paper.
“Here’s the messages. I wrote ’em all down. Mighty little good they’ll do us.”
He read them aloud:
“‘When can you come across?’”
(Signed) “M.”
“‘We must produce. At once.’”
(Signed) “M.”
“‘Am in danger. Come across.’”