“Not all the way. You haven’t come through, Prop,” I stated. “As for
Allen, he’s forgotten. Pretty tough on the Jinx, though, isn’t it? Are
you sure Bert got him?”
Prop fished in his pocket, pulled out a button. It was a dress coat Army
button. I looked at it, then at Prop.
“It was laying in between a couple of cobbles,” he told me. “The cops
were so excited they weren’t even thinking about looking around. Bert
was in dress, Mac—and all the buttons were on Bride’s coat.”