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ONE thing was sure, grumbled Mike: that Tony Perelli was a bad timer. There was a time for business and a time for pleasure, and it was against all the rules and traditions to mix 'em. What was the matter with coppers, anyway, that they couldn't step right up in daylight and take their cut? If any investigating committee of the Clean Police movement went after 'em, hadn't they banking accounts to be examined, and did it matter whether they took their wages on the corner of the deserted streets or through an open cheque, so long as it was there and could not be accounted for except by crooked dealing?
Jimmie was driving the coupe. There were no nerves about him tonight.