“Remember, I’ve told you nothing,” she reminded me as she followed me to the sitting-room door.
From the Gungen house I went direct to the Mars Hotel. Mickey Linehan was sitting behind a newspaper in a corner of the lobby.
“They in?” I asked him.
“Yep.”
“Let’s go up and see them.”
Mickey rattled his knuckles on door number 410. A metallic voice asked: “Who’s there?”
“Package,” Mickey replied in what was meant for a boy’s voice.
A slender man with a pointed chin opened the door. I gave him a card. He didn’t invite us into the room, but he didn’t try to keep us out when we walked in.
“You’re Weel?” I addressed him while Mickey closed the door behind us, and then, not waiting for him to say yes, I turned to the broad-faced man sitting on the bed. “And you’re Dahl?”
Weel spoke to Dahl, in a casual, metallic voice:
“A couple of gumshoes.”
The man on the bed looked at us and grinned.
I was in a hurry.
“I want the dough you took from Main,” I announced.
They sneered together, as if they had been practicing.
I brought out my gun.