“Shut the door,” he said.
Harry complied with the order.
“Barutti told you about me?” questioned Marmosa, in a low, confidential voice.
“He told me that you were a big man in Chicago,” answered Harry.
The statement seemed to please Marmosa. He grinned and chuckled, and looked approvingly at Harry.
“You know what it means to be a big man in Chicago?” asked Marmosa.
Harry nodded.
“You know what makes big men in Chicago, eh?” continued Marmosa. “You know what is most important, eh?”
“I think I know.”
“What is it, then.”