"Why, if this
goes through, we're set up for life. We can quit, all of us."
"Yes," Garson agreed, "we can quit, all of us." There was
avarice in his voice.
The tempter was sure that the battle was won, and smiled
contentedly.
"Well," he urged, "what do you say?"
"How would we split it?" It was plain that Garson had given over
the struggle against greed. After all, Mary was only a woman,
despite her cleverness, and with all a woman's timidity. Here
was sport for men.
"Three ways would be right," Griggs answered. "One to me, one to
you and one to be divided up among the others."
Garson brought his fist down on the table with a force that made
the glasses jingle.
"You're on," he said, strongly.
"Fine!" Griggs declared, and the two men shook hands. "Now, I'll
get----"
"Get nothing!" Garson interrupted. "I'll get my own men.
Chicago Red is in town. So is Dacey, with perhaps a couple of
others of the right sort. I'll get them to meet you at Blinkey's
at two to-morrow afternoon, and, if it looks right, we'll turn
the trick to-morrow night.
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