CHAPTER THIRTEEN
First Call—SmileysMr. Limpeck scuttled back around the corner and up to Gamadge’s car. He said: “Got a cab. Watch it, he might go West instead of up. There’s nothing behind, you could back.”
He stood on the running board, looking over his shoulder; then he pulled the door of the car open and bundled in, clutching the long skirts of his brown overcoat. He slammed the door. “Coming up,” he said. “We have a lucky start.”
A cab passed, and went on up the avenue. Gamadge started the car.
“You used to this work?” asked the little man.
“Not at all used to it.”
“Thing is to try to make his lights. Takes years off a man’s life, making the lights. Don’t hang behind, the guy hasn’t looked back. He won’t now, he thinks he’s made his getaway.”
“I suppose you people develop a six
