Even at that distance it could be seen that he was smiling broadly, and that he was intensely pleased with himself and the rest of the world.
Starting up his machine, he swung it around dexterously, as only New York taxi drivers can, and sped down the street by the way he had come, passing Gregg and Ronicky, who had flattened themselves against the fence to keep from being seen.

They observed that, while he controlled the car with one hand, with the other he was examining the contents of his wallet.
"Money for him!" exclaimed Ronicky, as soon as the car was out of sight around the corner.

"This begins to look pretty thick, Bill.
Because he goes and tells them that he's taken us off the trail they not only thank him, but they pay him for it.

And, by the face of him, as he went by, they pay him pretty high.

Bill, it's easy to figure that they don't want any friend near Caroline Smith, and most like they don't even want us near that house." "I only want to go near once," said Bill Gregg.