"What?"
"A dame. A doll. A tootsie. A—"
"I heard you. I never thought of that, but you're right. It could be a woman. So. While Fink's looking for the writer, I could be looking for the writee."
"Where's your gimmick?"
He waved around at the bar. "Right here in this Violent Ward."
"You better explain. Take it from the top."
"If I called in everybody on the show and just told them about the letters, they'd deny they were written to them. There wouldn't be any impact. They'd be able to cover up the secret."
"Why should they cover?"
"You don't get threatening letters unless you've got something dirty in your past."
"Why should it be secret?"