The Three TroublemakersRichard Jones left the offices of the Tribune, crossed the avenue, and stood in front of the Green Star Café. The bells hanging from the door handle jingled as he entered.
“Mr. Jones, you’re back already? You were just in here for breakfast!”
“Here for a meeting in the back, Wanda, and we won’t need any service. I’ll stay for a bite on my way out.” He stuffed a bill into the waitress’s hand. “Do me a favor. Try not to let anyone else back there.”
“Sure thing. We’ll see you in a bit.”
O. W. Gurley entered the back door of the café about the same time Jones arrived. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Sit down. I figured we’ll be brief, so I didn’t order anything.” Jones winked.
“I’m here to talk about the Dubois visit,” Gurley said. “We’re doing what we can to try to stop
