will be feet first. You can tell that to Horseface and Rat, here, if you want to—because I’m going now, unless you or they care to stop me.”
He turned with Eddie to the window and threw it open.
“Whaddya say, boss?” queried Rat. *‘Do we give ’im de woiks—or does de boob git away wit’ it onct more?” He punctuated his remarks with his auto¬ matic, the while Val turned insolently, poised in the sill.
“Tell him to shoot—if you dare, Iggy,” he said lightly.
The eyes of the two men met and held; it was Teck who turned his gaze away first.
“All right, Eddie,” said Val, and turned to Teck for a last parting shot. “And Iggy—stay away from the Pomeroy place—that’s my last word to you.” His expression was without emotion, but his intonation was stony.
Ignace Teck said nothing. They went through the window, and closed it carefully behind them.
