in no better light than as a go-between and runner of errands. That he suspected nothing was plain from his casual manner, although he had never seen Gramont previously.
"Business," said Gramont, leaning back to let the waitress serve his breakfast. When she had departed, he attacked it hungrily. "You got Chacherre's wire about the stuff in his car? Was it burned?"
"No. He countermanded it just as I was hirin' a car to go over to Paradis," said Hearne. "What's stirrin', anyhow?"
"Plenty. Memphis Izzy's coming down to-day. When'll he get in?"
"He'll go direct to the other place, won't come here. Oh, I reckon he'll get there along about nine this morning. Why?"
"We'll have to go over there to meet him," said Gramont. "I stopped in here to pick you up. Hammond is still safe in jail?"
"Sure." Hearne laughed evilly. "I don't guess he'll get out in a hurry, neither!"
"Chacherre was pinched last night for the murder," said Gramont, watching the other.
"The hell!" Hearne looked astonished, then relaxed and laughed again. "Some fly
