“Some friends of mine—business men—in London, tipped me off about him. They said he’s been investigating the bribery rumors in the Customs.”
“Don’t you worry about him, my boy,” Taylor said with a reassuring air, “I’m the guy on this job.”
“That’s all well enough,” Denby said, “but I don’t want to give up thirty thousand and then get pinched as well. I’ve got to think about myself.”
Taylor leaned across eagerly. “Say, if that R. J. has scared you into thinking he’ll ball things up, I don’t mind admitting—in strict confidence—who he is.”
“So you know?” Denby retorted. “Who is he? I want to be on my guard.”
“Well, he isn’t a thousand miles from here.”
“What!” Denby cried in astonishment.
Taylor tapped himself upon the chest with an air of importance. “Get me?”
“Well, that’s funny,” Denby laughed.