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   CHAPTER II 
   ONE MAN DEPARTS 
  〃WELL?〃 rasped Roke。
  Lence made no reply。 He framed a weak grin that brought a sneer to Rowden's lips。
  〃Speak up!〃 ordered Roke; with a significant gesture of his revolver。
  〃What's the game you're working?〃
  〃Put up the rod;〃 suggested Lence; trying to regain his posure。 〃I'll
  talk…on a friendly basis。〃
  〃You'll talk the way I want it。 This looks like a double cross; Tracy。
  Stand where you are…and answer the questions that I put to you。〃
  〃All right。 Have it your own way。〃
  Eyes steady and gun leveled; Rowden made a gesture with his free hand。 His thumb…nudge indicated the torn letter on the table。
  〃I've heard of this fellow; Cyro;〃 announced Rowden。 〃Supposed to be the slickest swindler in the business。 Who is he?〃
  〃I don't know;〃 replied Lence。
  〃No?〃 snarled Rowden。 〃Well; I'll take your word for it。 They say that Cyro is so smart that even the stooges who work for him don't know who he is。
  Is that right?〃
  〃It is。〃
  〃And you're one of his outfit?〃
  〃I am。〃
  Roke relaxed slightly and resumed his suavity。 He did not lower the revolver; however。 Lence still faced the threatening weapon。
  〃I thought Cyro was a big shot;〃 he snorted。 〃One who kept his stooges in the money。 That doesn't seem to apply in your case。〃
  〃It doesn't;〃 admitted Lence。 〃I fluked one job for him; Roke。 That put me on probation。〃
  〃Probation?〃
  〃Certainly。 That's the way Cyro works。 Ordered me to shift for myself for six months。 Maybe he'd take me back after that。〃
  〃He knew where you were?〃
  〃Yes。 With you。〃
  〃How did you know this letter came from him?〃
  〃I was watching for it。 I've taken a look through the wastebasket every day I've been here。〃
  〃So that's why you've kept ing around so much; eh? Double…crossing me; on account of Cyro。〃
  〃Don't take that slant; Roke。 I'm playing on the level; so far as you're concerned。〃
  Roke considered。 There was truth in Lence's statement。 The gun began to lower; then Roke changed his mind。 He saw a loophole in his panion's argument。
  
  〃WHEN we teamed up;〃 decided Roke; eyeing Lence narrowly; 〃we made a straight fifty…fifty agreement。 I said that I'd work the front to begin with。
  You could be the blind。 But the gag was fifty…fifty; wasn't it?〃
  〃Certainly。〃
  〃All right。 We trim Lucaster tonight。 Then we tackle this Cyro business …
  fifty…fifty。〃
  〃I can't let you in on it; Roke。〃
  〃Why not?〃
  〃Cyro wouldn't have it; that's all。 Be reasonable; Roke。 Here's a proposition for you: I'll go through with this Lucaster deal; but I'll only take five grand。 All the rest will be yours。 Our partnership will be ended。〃
  〃That doesn't suit me; Tracy。〃
  Lence considered。
  〃Take all of it; Roke;〃 he pleaded。 〃That's fair enough; isn't it? All yours and quits。〃
  〃That doesn't sound bad;〃 remarked Roke; with a touch of sarcasm in his tone。 〃Not bad at all。 At least it wouldn't; if it came from some other guy than you。
  〃But I haven't forgotten a crack you made…just before I went out to the bank。 You called twenty…five grand chicken feed。 I was thinking that over while I was out。 I thought it was just big talk; ing from a fellow who was on his uppers。 Now I've got the answer。
  〃I guess twenty…five grand is small change to you。 It would be; for a fellow that used to work with Cyro。 I'd like to be in with his outfit myself。
  Do you hear that; Tracy?〃
  〃I do。 But it couldn't be arranged。〃
  〃Why not?〃
  〃You wouldn't make the grade。〃
  Rowden became tense。 His face took on a vicious expression。 For a moment; he was threatening with the revolver。 Lence smiled。
  〃No offense; Roke;〃 he remarked。 〃I simply stated a fact。 That was all。
  Cyro picks the men he wants。 He is particular。 To begin with; his associates have to be gentlemen…〃
  〃Why you…〃
  〃Gentlemen; I said。 Men who can talk and act like gentlemen。 Not posers who go in for pointed mustaches and swagger around with a cane。 That may bluff retired business men from Iowa。 It doesn't go with the Four Hundred。
  〃That's where Cyro finds the saps…among the upper crust。 But he leaves the plucking to fellows like myself…〃
  Lence broke off。 He was telling Rowden too much。 Roke caught the reason for the interruption。
  〃Fellows like yourself; eh?〃 he quizzed。 〃And like Brilliard; the man mentioned in the note。 So you don't know who Cyro is。 Well…who's Brilliard?〃
  〃I never met him; Roke。 He's probably someone working for Cyro。〃
  〃Who have you met in Cyro's outfit?〃
  
  LENCE made no response。 Nonchalantly; he began to puff his cigarette。 Each time he removed the cigarette from his lips; he kept his hand high and away from his body; out of respect to Rowden's leveled gun。
  〃Gentlemen!〃 snapped Rowden。 〃You and the rest of them。 I can't make the grade; the way you look at it。 Calling it quits。 That's your proposition。〃
  〃You make twenty…five grand;〃 reminded Lence。 〃The full haul from this Lucaster sucker。〃
  〃I was taking half of it anyway;〃 sneered Rowden; 〃and you wouldn't be offering me your cut if I hadn't talked terms with this gat I'm holding。 I'm no chiseler; Tracy; but you are。 You've proved it。
  〃Now I'll do the talking。 You'll take the fifty…fifty split I offered。 But you'll let me in on this Cyro proposition。 Wait a minute〃…he paused as Lence made a gesture; 〃I'm not going to ask you to queer yourself with Cyro。 You don't have to spill any news about me。
  〃When we take it on the lam; we'll head for New Orleans together。 You go about your business。 I'll play the silent partner。 You know I can keep a good thing to myself。 So you won't be spoiling Cyro's game。 But remember: it will be fifty…fifty; between us。〃
  〃Not a chance; Roke。〃 Lence spoke seriously; as he poised his hand above an ash stand and let the cigarette stump fall。 〃I'm giving you straight stuff when I tell you that the deal wouldn't work。 There's no money for me when I get to New Orleans。〃
  〃No? Then why are you passing up your cut here?〃
  〃Because I want to get back with Cyro。 This trip means expenses。 Nothing more。 After that; maybe I'll get something better。 I'm playing for the future; that's all。〃
  〃So am I。〃
  〃All right。 Maybe I can fix it for you。 Wait until I get with Cyro。 If I work well on this deal he's pulling…whatever it is…I may have a chance to boost you in with the outfit。〃
  〃But you say you've never met Cyro。〃
  〃I've reported through to him。 I'll do the same again。 I won't forget you; Roke。 Put up that gat。 Let's get set for this fall…guy from Des Moines。〃
  〃Get me straight;〃 rasped Roke; with a warning thrust of the gun; 〃I'm
  going to New Orleans! My proposition stays。 No other。〃
  〃But you can't force me to it。〃
  〃Can't I? I could drill you and walk out of here without a person knowing it。 That's what I'll do; too; unless you e clean。 Take my terms; and if I find you trying to double…cross me; I'll queer Cyro's game。
  〃I know enough about it〃…Roke delivered an ugly laugh…〃enough to put the skids under it。 There's the proposition; Tracy。 Are you taking it?〃
  〃I guess so;〃 replied Lence; wearily。 〃Put up the gat; Roke。 What you say goes。 You're in…on your own terms。〃
  Roke lowered his gun。 His suave smile returned。 Lence; a bit dejected; came toward his panion。 Roke watched him fumble for his cigarette case。
  Lence brought the object from his left coat pocket。 He offered a cigarette to Roke; who shook his head。 Lence helped himself to one。
  〃Got a match; Roke?〃 he asked; in a humble tone。 〃I think I used my last one。〃
  Roke started to feel in his left coat pocket。 Lence; in a natural fashion; copied the action; putting his right hand to his coat。 Suddenly his hand came snapping into view。
  Roke; with a snarl; raised his revolver to fire。 He was too late。
  A gun had flashed in Lence's right hand。 Point…blank; Lence loosed a shot at Rowden from a range of three feet。
  Roke's rising gun stopped short。 A pained expression came over the man's mustached face。
  With gasped groans; Roke Rowden dropped his revolver。 Hunching; he pressed his hands to his breast; then; with a sickly expression; he subsided to the floor。 He lay there moaning; unable to pick up his gun。 The man was mortally wounded。
  
  〃THANKS for the tip; Roke;〃 sneered Lence; lighting his cigarette。 〃I thought you were bluffing with that gat; until you reminded me that the shot would not be heard。 I forgot that the near…by apartments were vacant。
  〃I'd like to help you out of misery〃…Lence paused as he picked up the torn pieces of Cyro's letter and the translation that went with them…〃but it would not be artistic。 You might pass for a suicide; the way you're dying。 A second bullet…through your brain…would be a give…away。〃
  The glass of water was standing on the desk; beside it lay Lence's handkerchief。 Lence polished the sides of the glass; then tipped it with his elbow。 The glass toppled from the table。 It broke upon the fringe of a rug and its contents trickled along the floor。
  〃Maybe they'll think you were going to try poison; Roke;〃 suggested Lence。
  〃Maybe they won't。 It doesn't matter; either way。 They won't weep over a con man gone to blighty。 This; however; is most important。〃
  Lence was polishing the handle of his revolver。 Stopping by Roke's side; he grasped the dying man's sleeve and tugged a hand into view。 He shoved his own gun into Roke's fist。 Roke's fingers loosened; but one digit caught the trigger guard。 The gun remained。
  In case the police inspected the murder bullet; the gun Lence had substituted in Rowden's hand would be proven the one which had fired the shot。
  Lence was building up a suicide theory。
  A bulge showed in the dying man's coat。 With professional skill; Lence thrust his hand into Roke's inside pocket and produced a bulky wallet。 Opening it; Lence drew forth a wad of bank notes。
  He looked at his victim's huddled form and laughed at Roke's paled expression。 The gun was dangling neatly from Roke's fingers; as though the hand had relaxed without pletely losing hold。 Roke's eyes were closed。 His shoulders hea

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