'On Saturday afternoon or early evenin' you sent a message to Jake, on the San Pedro. You told him that The Mug was comin' down to get him, that he was carryin' a gun an' that anyway he wasn't used to a gun an' it would be a dam' good thing if he was bumped... that he might get desperate an' start talkin'. Jake was waitin' for him all ready for the fray. What you didn't tell Jake was that you were goin' to be aboard the San Pedro too!'
Charleston flipped the ash from his cigarette. 'You know, Slim,' he said, 'you're good. You're too good to be a private detective rushing around the place, using your brains and getting kicked for it. You ought to be in the big money. If you had some real capital you could do a lot for yourself.'
'I know,' said Callaghan, 'I've been thinkin' that myself fo
