"That's great, Sharkey!" I said.
Sharkey went into manager mode. "Okay, you two," he pointed to two of his men, "are coming with me and Randolph. The rest of youse get this truck and take it to my warehouse in Brownsville. And if I can get my money back from Hall we'll be turning it over to the U.S. Army."
I hated to conceal from Sharkey the fact that whether or not he got his money back that gold would would be going to the Army. But it couldn't be helped. I needed him, so I let him think that...