"The joker said to tell Adolf and Benito he'd call back later. I didn't get his name, but it sounded like Gabby. Smart joe, this Gabby."
Mike was glaring. "Gabby, eh? Gabby, Gabby, Gabby," he scratched his red head frowningly. "Who do I know named Gabby?"
"Skip it," Mort advised smilingly. "It wouldn't be the right monicker, anyway."
Mike muttered dourly, moving back behind the counter. Suddenly he stopped.
"You see the morning paper?" he asked his partner in sudden recollection. "You see about that louse State's Att—"
"Yeah, I read it," Mort cut him off. "It'll blow over, even if they get away with it. But they might not even get away with it. It's illegal."
Mike beamed for the first time since I'd seen him that morning. Obviously he was pleased to have his own legal judgment upheld by his partner.
"You think so? That's what I thought." He turned to me. "Isn't that what I thought?" he demanded.
"Did you call for the morning line check on the tracks yet?" Mort asked, changing the subject.
Mike shook his head. "I was waiting for a few phone bets to come in, first," he said.