"Certainly," agreed Graham. "We made a perfect get-away. I could have come
here with the dough myself - but you wanted me to pass it to Gouger instead, so,
I did."
"Well, it's tucked away here," returned Furzman, "and you'll get your cut
of the dough any time you're ready for it."
"Better hold it for me," said Graham nonchalantly. "I'm not broke - and I
can collect later on."
"You've got me beat, Wellerton," admitted the big shot. "Wolf Daggert
always hollered for his split right after the job was done. You don't seem to
worry about it."
"Why should I?" questioned Graham. "I've got good enough security."
"How?"
"The cash that's coming in the next job," replied Graham suavely. "It will
be bigger than this one."
"Say" - Furzman's growl voiced his approval - "that's the way to talk. I
like to hear it because I know you mean it. Wolf never talks that way; howls
for his split - that's all he does."
"But he won't howl tonight," asserted Graham.
KING FURZMAN scowled as he heard the words. His face showed disapproval of
Graham Wellerton's comment. After a moment of consideration, the big shot voiced
his thoughts.
"What's the idea of that crack, Wellerton?" he questioned. "The way you
spoke, it sounded as though you're glad Wolf Daggert flopped on the job today.
Have I got you right?"
"You have," retorted Graham, in a direct tone. "The sooner you find out
that Wolf Daggert is a has-been, the better it will be for you - and therefore
for me. Figure it out for yourself, King. I pulled a sweet job today - Wolf
Daggert made a total failure."
"All right. What about it?"
"Wolf has his gang. I have mine. Both outfits are yours. Therefore, there
is a connection. Some of my crowd may know the fellows who were killed down at
the Parkerside Trust. Is that going to improve my chances of future success?"
"No," admitted King Furzman.
"You're right it's not!" declared Graham. "What's more, it's put a crimp
in the whole works. Bank tellers - watchmen - cops - they'll all be chesty now.
They'll talk about the way the mob was stopped at the Parkerside Trust."
King Furzman began to nod. Graham Wellerton had gained his point. Yet the
big shot was not entirely satisfied.
"Wolf Daggert is an old hand," he remarked. "He pulled some good jobs on
his own - and he started out well when he began to work for me. I don't like to
give him the gate, just because of this flop."
"Wolf is inefficient," asserted Graham, rising to his feet. "I knew it
when I worked with him. He was lucky to get by as long as he did. He counted on
me to help him, but never gave me the credit that was coming to me. You found
out where I stood. You gave me my own mob. You've seen what I can do.
"Listen, King. When a crowd goes in to stick up a bank, everything depends
on teamwork. It's a matter of seconds. You get the jump on the people there or
they get the jump on you.
