“They kept you waiting downstairs?” questioned Savoli, as though concerned. “That is not right. I shall change that. I have told them to send up my friends, always. I am sorry, very sorry.”
“That’s all right, Nick,” replied Larrigan gruffly. “You can’t take chances, any more than I can. There’s been times when things weren’t right between us — “
“That’s all talk, Mike,” interposed Borrango. “You haven’t met Nick often enough — that’s all. He’s a good friend of yours — always has been.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say — “
Borrango again interrupted Larrigan’s doubtful statement.
“You know how I feel, Mike,” said the enforcer. “There’s a lot of Italians who don’t like Irishmen, and a lot of Irishmen who don’t like Italians. But that doesn’t go for us. You and Nick are big shots! Don’t forget that!”
Larrigan looked at Savoli, and Nick nodded his agreement with the enforcer’s words.
LARRIGAN was now at ease. Relieved from all tension, his mind suddenly reverted to the purpose of his visit. He had business to discuss, and now was the time to do it.
“Listen, Borrango,” he said. “You say you’re a friend of mine, don’t you?”
The enforcer nodded.