“It was four o'clock in the morning then, and if we'd of raised the blinds we'd of seen daylight.”

“Did he go?” I asked innocently.

“Sure he went,” — Mr. Wolfshiem's nose flashed at me indignantly — ”He turned around in the door and says, 'Don't let that waiter take away my coffee!' Then he went out on the sidewalk and they shot him three times in his full belly and drove away.”

“Four of them were electrocuted,” I said, remembering.

“Five with Becker.” His nostrils turned to me in an interested way. “I understand you're looking for a business gonnegtion.”

The juxtaposition of these two