“Nobody’s come for the dough yet,” he told us.
Chappell’s drawn face became wide-eyed and open-mouthed with horror. “You had the place watched?” he cried.
“Sure,” Callahan said, “but in an all right way. We just had a couple of men stuck up in an apartment down the block with field-glasses. Nobody could tumble to that.”
Chappell turned to me, horror deepening in his face. “What—?”
The doorbell rang.
Chappell ran to the door and presently came back excitedly tearing a special-delivery-stamped envelope open. Inside was another of the crudely printed letters.
We got the money all right but have got to have more tonight the same amount at the same time and everything else the same. This time we will honestly send your