As the canvas fell back into place, the shop door opened, closed, and the two men had stepped inside.
Whitey Mack's voice, in a low whisper though it was, seemed to echo raucously through the shop.
"Mabbe we'll have a sweet wait, but I got the straight dope on this.
He's going to make a try for Dutchy's sparklers to-night.

We'll let him go the limit, and we don't either of us make a move till he's pinched them, and then we get him with the goods on him.

He can't get away; he hasn't a hope! There's only two ways of getting in here or getting out--this door and window here, and a window that's down there at the back.

You guard this, and I'll take care of the other end.

Savvy ?" "Right!" Lannigan answered grimly.