“While we were there he seems to have been knocking over Elihu’s First National Bank.”
“I saw that,” she said. “I had just come out of Bengren’s, the store two doors away. I had just got in my car when I saw a big boy backing out of the bank, carrying a sack and a gun, with a black handkerchief over his face.”
“Was Max with them?”
“No, he wouldn’t be. He’d send Jerry and the boys. That’s what he has them for. Jerry was there. I knew him as soon as he got out of the car, in spite of the black handkerchief. They all had black ones. Four of them came out of the bank, running down to the car at the curb. Jerry and another fellow were in the car. When the four came across the sidewalk, Jerry jumped out and went to meet them. That’s when the shooting started and Jerry dropped. The others jumped in the bus and lit out. How about that dough you owe me?”
I counted out ten twenty-dollar bills and a dime. She left the window to come for them.
“That’s for pulling Dan off, so you could cop Max,” she said when she had stowed the money away in her bag. “Now how about what I was to get for showing you where you could turn up the dope on his killing Tim Noonan?”
“You’ll have to wait till he’s indicted. How do I know the dope’s any good?”
She frowned and asked:
“What do you do with all the money you don’t spend?” Her face brightened. “You know where Max is now?”
“No.”