"Mine's worse."
"I thought we were partners," Bacon said angrily. "Are you welshing on me?"
"No. I'm trying to keep our show from falling apart."
"So am I. Either you're with me or agin' me. Make up your mind."
"Damn it, Ned. This is no time for Civil War. We're sitting on a blast right now."
"You gutless Summer Soldier!"
"Will you listen! The show's in a jam. We're all in a jam. We're being threatened. It's going to hit the fan next Sunday. I came here to get the name of that detective friend of yours over at the Precinct Station."
Bacon's face lost its rage and kindled. "Oh? Threats? What kind? Extortion? Blackmail? Is it one of the Heavies or a Con? I know all the rackets, Jake. That's my business. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"I'm telling you now."
"What rumbled? Who blew the gaff?"