“Wheels within wheels,” I grinned.
The swarthy man frowned again, less amiably now.
“The hundred and six thousand reward money—I’m not figuring on sharing that with anybody.”
“Right enough,” I agreed. “Nobody I bring along will declare themselves in on it.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” He stood up. “And we’ve got to watch this hombre, huh?”
“If we want everything to go all right.”
“Suppose he gets in the way—cuts up on us. Can we put it to him, or do we just say, ‘Naughty! Naughty!’?”
“He’ll have to take his own chances.”
“Fair enough.” His hard face was good-natured again as he moved toward the door. “Eleven o’clock at Van Ness and Geary.”