Chapter 69

“He’s a good man to bump,” mused Potter,—“John Lanier. . . . Yes, I guess so.” “M—m, yes. I’m sorry—very sorry—that we ever let him go. . . . I wonder if Renton could go over some—ah—some night—” “If he could shoot before John talked,—yes. That’s what’s worrying me, Barney—the fear of John’s talking. What would that gang on Tiger Island do to you and me and Dan and that wop diver if they found we’d double-crossed them?” They sat there very still, in the grey light, looking at each other. “Who spilled the beans?” in…