Morgan wandered over to a chair and sat down, but he didn’t say anything.
“You know Murray Gleason?”
A flicker of surprise went over Morgan’s face. “Yeah, I know him.”
“What do you know about him?”
“Where’s this leading?” Morgan was suddenly impatient.
“I’ll tell you. Gleason is running a big dope racket amongst some of the real big shots in the upper circle. He’s got them so short that they’re screaming murder. That guy has a pension from them of nearly a million bucks. Did you know that?”
Morgan shook his head. His thick lips curled a little. “That ain’t true,” he said. “Gleason is only a cheap peddler—was when last I knew him.”
Duffy laughed. “You’re out of date,” he said. “Gleason’s moved into the big-shot class, but he’s smart enough to keep it to himself. He stands no chance of having any political boss smacking his ears down for him.”
Morgan said at last, “I ain’t interested in Gleason.”
Duffy nodded. “Sure you ain’t,” he agreed, “but you’d like his racket, wouldn’t you?”
“When I want his racket, I’ll take it,” Morgan aid, tapping the long ash into the tray.
Duffy leant back and studied the ceiling. “Gleason’s had a list of all his customers and the amounts they pay for protection,” he said.
Morgan looked up sharply. “You said ‘had’?”
Duffy still didn’t take his eyes from the ceiling. “Sure, that’s right. I’ve got it now.”
Morgan sat silent, then he said, “I see.”
Duffy said, “It’s in the market right now.”
Morgan became elaborately casual. Duffy nearly laughed at him. “It might be useful,” he said.
Duffy said, “You ain’t got the idea quite.” He spoke carefully, as if to a child. “This English girl is tied up with Gleason. She’s as wild and crazy as a loon. These two are working this racket between them. And they’re making plenty out of it. With the list, you can smash their little game, put English on the spot, and have three hundred big shots pouring their dough into your lap, just to keep out of it.”
Morgan chewed on his cigar. “The way you’re putting it, it sounds good,” he said.
“It is good. That’s why I’m offering it to you.”
“What have I done?”
“You got the dough.”
“How much?”
“Fifty grand,” Duffy said. “I don’t mean thirty, or forty. It’s worth fifty, and it’s fifty I want.”
Morgan shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I guess you’d never peddle that for that amount of dough,” he said.
Duffy stood up. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll get the money from the other side. Why should I worry?”
“Wait. You’ve overlooked something.” Morgan looked foxy. “You’ve given me some nice information. I don’t doubt that. Think, would you pay that much money? You forget, I’ve got three guys who’re eating their heads off for a job. I ain’t paying fancy prices for a thing like that. Do you know what I’d do if I had a list like that?”
Duffy said, “What would you do?”
Morgan grinned. He looked like a wolf. “What you’ve done. Make a duplicate and sell it to both sides.”
Duffy’s face was quite blank. “It’s an idea,” he said, considering it.
Morgan shook his head. “It was a pip of an idea, but not now. When you’ve sold that list to Gleason, I’ll call on him and take it away from him.”
Duffy said, with a hard smile, “You’re pretty sure of yourself, ain’t you?”
Morgan raised his fat shoulders again. “And I’ll tell you something else,” he went on, flicking his ash into the tray, “I’ll send Joe to collect that fifty grand off you, when Gleason has paid it. That ought to show you.”
Duffy moved to the door. “I guess you and I won’t get on so well in the future,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry about that.”
“You will be,” Morgan said very gently.
Duffy opened the door. Joe was standing just outside. Duffy looked over his shoulder at Morgan. “There ain’t anything more now, is there?”
Morgan shook his head. Then a thought crossed his mind and he said, “Wait.”
Duffy stood still. He didn’t turn his back to Joe, but stood three-quarters, so that he could watch Joe from the corner of his eye. “Yeah?” he said.
Morgan picked up the five bills from the table. “Suppose you take these and give me the list?”
“What for?” Duffy was quite startled.
“You can’t break into the game,” Morgan said. “You’re soft. What’ve you got that’ll stand up against an outfit like mine? Get wise to yourself, you little heel. Where’s the dough coming for your protection? Who’s going to work for an out-of-work button-pusher? You must be nuts to come to me with a proposition like that. Here, give me the list and take the five hundred bucks. That’s what you’re worth, and save yourself a lot of grief.”
Duffy’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes went suddenly frosty. “Soft? Was that it?” he said.
Morgan shrugged. “I’ve wasted enough time with you. Scram, I’ll do the job myself.” He put the five bills into his pocket. Then he looked up quickly. “I want that list tonight,” he said evenly. “You can’t buck the rap. The list tonight, or I’ll turn Joe loose on you.”
Duffy nodded; he stepped past Joe carefully, who grinned at him, then he walked to the front door and down the steps.
Olga looked at him and said, “So it didn’t work.”
Duffy engaged the gear and drove the Buick down the block. He began to swear softly under his breath, without moving his lips. Olga laced her fingers round her knees and stared ahead.
Duffy swung, the Buick into Seventh Avenue and went with the traffic. He cut right at Longacre Square and drove into Central Park. When he reached the lake, he stalled the engine and stopped.
Olga said, “Don’t get mad.”
For a moment he said nothing, then he took off his hat and tossed it at the back of the car. “Those birds certainly got me going,” he said. A grim little smile came to his mouth, and she liked him a lot better.
“Tell me,” she said.
He screwed round in his seat, so that he was facing her, and took her gloved hands in his. “This is going to get tough,” he said. “You’d better skip before the war starts.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Suppose you cut out the hysterics and tell me.”
Duffy said, “Morgan wants the list. I’m to hand it over tonight or else…”
Olga said, “No dough?”
Duffy nodded. “That’s right. No dough.” She was silent for a minute.
“And then….?”
“Morgan’s got big ideas. He thinks he’s the only big shot round here. He told me to lay off the big dough with a few compliments on the side.”
Olga took her hands away and began to pull off her gloves.
“I expected it, didn’t you?” she said. “Does this dough mean anything to you?”
Duffy said, “How do you mean, anything?”
“High-pressure bastards like Morgan can’t imagine you’re serious. You’ve got to have a reputation as a killer to get away with a proposition that you’ve put up.”
Duffy said, “For God’s sake, what can I do?”
She leant forward, touched the spring on the dashboard, and took out the Colt automatic.
“A rat less won’t make any difference. Pop him, before he pops you.”
Duffy looked at the gun with distaste. He shook his head. “No,” he said, “I guess I wouldn’t go that far.”
For a moment she sat very still, then she said, “He’s right. You’re soft and you’re yellow.”
Duffy took the gun from her and put it back into the panel. He sat looking at the knife-edge crease of his trousers. “No dough’s worth murder,” he said. “If you and me are going to get along, we got to think the same way.”