“What’s he doing here?” Maurer repeated, his voice deadly.
“He — he’s come to take care of the girl — the Coleman girl,” Gollowitz spluttered.
“Did you send for him?” Maurer asked.
“The Syndicate thought…”
“—the Syndicate! Did you send for him?”
“What else could I do?” Gollowitz wailed. He had a horrible feeling that Maurer was going to shoot him. “We had to get Weiner and the girl. He was the only one who could get at them!”
Maurer glared at Gollowitz, his mouth working.
“You goddamn fool! Couldn’t you handle a little thing like that without calling in outside help?”
“It wasn’t possible.”
McCann said quietly, “Take it easy, Mr. Maurer. You shouldn’t have come back. Every cop in town’s on the look-out for you. Forest has cooked up a castiron case against you.”