Tanker laughed.
Charlie Jingle glared at the Tanker a moment, drew a deep breath, snorted it out, and paced twice. Then he faced the Tanker again.
"Sorry, kid. They got me goin' today. First the fight commission. Then these soap-peddlers from Hollywood. Sorry I blew off."
"How'd it go with the Commission?"
"Okay, okay. Jergen knows about me. He's just hungry for a bust, you know? Wants to nail the Fixers."
The Tanker took a step toward Charlie.
"The Champ call?" he asked, voice trembling. Charlie shook his head in the negative.
"Why don't you sucker him, Charlie? Force his hand!"
"You want a bout with the Champ?"
"Sure! Don't you?"