“I got a century from Pete and a century and a half from Peak Murry⁠—for Reno⁠—with more promised from both when I turn the trick.” The whine changed into boasting as he talked. “I bet you I could get McGraw to come across too, and I thought you’d kick in with something.”

“They must be high in the air to toss dough at a woozy racket like that.”

“I don’t know,” he said superiorly. “It ain’t such a lousy one at that.” He became humble again. “Give me a chance, chief. Don’t gum it on me. I’ll give you fifty bucks now and a split of whatever I get from McGraw if you’ll keep your clam shut till I can put it over and grab a rattler.”

“Nobody but you knows where Whisper is?”

“Nobody else, except Dan, that’s as dead as he is.”

“Where are they?”