No Orchids for Miss Blandish
"She got the diamonds?" Riley asked.
Riley was taller and thinner than Bailey. He was five or six years younger. But for the cast in his right eye, he wouldn't have been bad looking, but the cast gave him a shifty, sly look.
Old Sam drove fast for half a mile, then coming to the farm, he slowed down, ran the car onto the grass and pulled up.
Riley said, "Get out and watch for her."
Bailey took his gun, tossed his cigarette away and got out of the car. He stood by the side of the road. In the distance, he could see the lights of the roadhouse and he could hear the faint sound of the band playing. He waited for several minutes, then he saw the headlights of an approaching car.
He ran back to the Lincoln.
"Here they come."
As he got into the car, Old Sam started the engine. A two-seater Jaguar swept past. Miss Blandish was driving. MacGowan seemed to have passed out.
"Get going," Riley said. "That
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