"We can't discuss it here. I'll see you later and let you have everything. What's the name of the detective?"
"Fink. Sergeant Robert Fink. Tell him Ned Bacon sent you. Ned Bacon from...." He paused for a soundless fanfare. "'The People Against—.'"
"Right."
Bacon escorted him to the studio door. "Tell Bob to take you out on the case. Meet the people, Jake, People are your business. Get a load of life. Break out of that Ivory Tower. Rub elbows with the marketplace."
Lennox looked at him contemptuously. "You love this, don't you, Ned? Threats.... Rackets.... Crooks.... The spittoon life."
"It's people, Jake. It's life. It's my business."
"I like my life just the way it is," Lennox said. "That's why I'm going to see your detective ... for salvation, not masturbation."
Bacon flushed angrily. "You're never the genial type, Jake, but there's times when you fill me with death wishes."
"Be seeing you, Scarface." Lennox exchanged a level glance of loathing with his partner and left the studio.
"Salvation!" he repeated emphatically. "Yes, by God! Now we know where we're going."