Broley bit his lower lip and scowled at his partner. "Yeah, yeah. That's what Big George said. Here's the phone. You want to call him, maybe wake him up, and ask him yourself?"
"Naw, naw, I wouldn't do that. I believe you. Only, we haven't seen him get off yet, and just about everyone's out of the train."
"Well, come on, let's go around over there and get a good look. We don't want to mess this up. Big George would mess us up, if we did."
The two hustled from post to post, jostled by all the passengers coming from the train. They peered anxiously into the long, wide windows, but could see no one else in any of the passenger cars.
"He must have not come,"Kniver said, patting his shoulder holster. "Either that, or he got off earlier. I don't see him in there. What're we gonna do?"
"Not much we can do if he's not on the train. Big George can't blame us if the guy is a no show."
They came to the end of the train. Their man just wasn't there. Big George wasn't going to like this. He wasn't going to like it at all. He'd find a way to blame them, even if it wasn't their fault!
Suddenly a short, thin man in a sporty suit jumped from the open doorway of the last car, grinning from ear to ear. "You two dopes waiting for me? You're dressed like porters, but I haven't seen you handle a single piece of luggage. Big George must be hiring total idiots these days."
A snub-nosed .38 equipped with a silencer appeared as if by magic in the man's hand. Two all but silent pffts of sound from the weapon, and Kniver and Broley fell to the ground. The short man quickly pocketed his gun, then joined the other passengers who were making their way toward the waiting line of cabs.