Marzonij frowned.
“This news has gotta be said alone.”
“Not till you’re frisked, first, Marzonij,” said Cowboy, quietly.
“Go ahead, frisk me, but all I’m carrying is my regular cannon. No trick rods or nothing. Nevada, I’m hoping to sign on with you!”
Cowboy Nevada lit himself a black cigar and motioned Dago to frisk the informer. Dago produced the automatic from the armpit holster, nothing else. Cowboy nodded to Gallagher and the G-man got up and went out with Dago and Wan Ho Din.
Back in the room Cowboy said curtly, “Get talking!”
Marzonij did, saying in brief, that he and Hegarty had had a falling out and besides he, Marzonij, figgered Cowboy was likely to win the coming scrap.
“To show you I’m all right,” Marzonij said, “let me tell ya that the raid is coming Wednesday night, to-morrow night, instead of Thursday!”
Cowboy puffed on his cigar quietly.
“I guessed as much anyhow.”