CHAPTER IITHE LOW DOWN
Anyhow I have got the letters.
When I am about ten miles from Palm Springs I slow down. I light a cigarette an’ I do a little thinkin’. It looks to me as if it is no good makin’ any schmozzle about Sagers bein’ bumped off, because if I do it is a cinch that I am goin’ to spoil the chance of my gettin’ next to this counterfeit business.
I suppose whoever it was ironed Sagers out will take him out some place an’ bury him some time before dawn. As a bump off it was a nice piece of work, because if Sagers had told ’em what I said he was to tell ’em, that he was blowin’ outa here an’ goin’ back to Arispe to get the dough that this guy was supposed to have left him, then that is goin’ to account for his disappearance, an’ who the hell is goin’ to worry about one dancin’
