the envelope in my pocket was empty, that the death-note was in Ledwich’s possession—though I hadn’t seen it pass there. He had worked one of his bunko tricks upon me.
“Beat it!” I snapped, to keep from laughing in his face.
He spun on his heel. His feet pounded against the floor. A door slammed in the rear.
I tore into the envelope he had given me. I needed to be sure he had double-crossed me.
The envelope was empty.
Our agreement was wiped out.
I sprang to the front window, threw it wide open, and leaned out. O’Gar saw me immediately—clearer than I could see him. I swung my arm in a wide gesture toward the rear of the house. O’Gar set out for the alley on the run. I dashed back through Ledwich’s flat to the kitchen, and stuck my head out of an already open window.