Gilroy was entirely still — for a moment. He stared at his hands. Then he nodded slowly without looking up.
Kells said: “I’ll be back here afterwards!”
He went out of the room, closed the door. He found a telephone, called Fenner. Fenner wasn’t in, he had the call switched to Hanline’s room; when Hanline answered, Kells told-him to send the two best muscle men he could locate to the entrance of Section R, Olympic Arena, quickly. Hanline said: “Sure — what’s it all about?” Kells said: “Nothing. What’s the use of having an organization if I don’t use it?”
On the way back to his seat Kells saw Fay. They walked together to an archway through which they could see the ring. The Filipinos were locked in a slow and measured dance; the electric indicator above the ring read: ROUND FIVE.
Kells asked: “Who’s interested in Shane?”
Fay shrugged. “His mother, I suppose...”
“Is this so-called syndicate building him up?”
“Sure.”
Kells pointed a finger, jabbed it at Fay’s chest. “And — who the hell is the syndicate?”
Fay said: “Rose — and whoever his backers are.”