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'IT'S the limit, Phil,' Stephen declared hotly. 'This greasy wop Dwight says he's Berg's chauffeur, but he looks like a hired killer to me—had the crust to pull a gun on me. Damn it, I believe the rat would have drilled me if our friend Boldini hadn't happened along. He told me I had his permission to go and dig out Dwight. His permission—can you beat it?' His indignant hands rumpled his hair.
'Now, listen,' he resumed, with a glance at the door, 'this is my plan. Toray's gone down to the post-office with Berg and the other two to notify the police. I was able to get a word with him in private before they set out. I tried to make him see that the only way to take matters out of Berg's hands is to get the police on the scene as quickly as possible...'
Verity smiled. 'Well, well, well,
