Here were three who apparently started out to work at night, and yet they were certainly not at all the type of night clerks or night-shift engineers or mechanics.

He turned over the hand of the man he had struck down.

The palm was as soft as his own.
No, certainly not a laborer.

But they were all employed by "the old man." Who was he?
And was there some relation between all of these and the man who sneered?
At least Ronicky determined to learn all that could be read in the pockets of his victim.

There was only one thing.