Out in the street again, Fenner went on to the waterfront and picked up Bugsey. They went on to the Flagler Hotel.
Carlos was by himself when they entered No. 47. He nodded to them. He said to Bugsey, “Go outside and rest yourself.”
Bugsey looked surprised, but he went out. Carlos looked at Fenner. Then he said, “Why did you go to Noolen’s joint the other night?”
Fenner said, “I’m workin’ for your mob, but I don’t have to play with them, do I?”
Carlos said, “You didn’t play. You went into Noolen’s office—why?”
Fenner thought quickly. Carlos was standing very still, his hand hovering near the front of his coat. “I did go in to play, but Noolen sent for me an’ told me to clear out. He didn’t want any of your mob in his joint,” Fenner said.
Carlos said, “You tried to talk with the Leadler woman—why?”
“Why not?” Fenner thought this was getting on dangerous ground. “Any guy would try for a frill like that. She was on her own, so I thought we might get friendly. What do you know about her?”
Carlos’s eyes snapped. “Never mind about that. I don’t like the way you’re acting, Ross. Both those stories come too easy. I think I’ll watch you.
Fenner shrugged. “You’re losing your nerve,” he said contemptuously. “You ain’t scared of Noolen?”