“Another accident?” Ferrari asked, looking at Gollowitz.
“Yes; that’s essential. We may have to wait a week. If she died immediately after Weiner it would look bad, wouldn’t it?”
“If we have the time, a week would be better,” Ferrari agreed.
At this moment the telephone bell rang, and Seigel picked up the receiver. He listened for a moment, then the other two saw his face tighten. He handed the
receiver to Gollowitz.
“McCann,” he said. “Sounds as if he’s blowing his top.”
Gollowitz said into the mouthpiece, “Yes, captain?”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were going to take Weiner?” McCann snarled, his voice blurred on the humming line. “You’ve really started something this time. Listen, that girl’s talked!”
Gollowitz raised his eyebrows. With Ferrari sitting close by, he felt comfortably safe.
“Let her talk, Captain,” he said. “I don’t care. Why should you?”