“Well, Heeny brought him in. Any one that came with Heeny was O.K.”
“All right. Let’s forget it. That reminds me that I need another gorilla to take Heeny’s place.”
“I’ll get you one this afternoon.”
BIG Frank Marmosa leaned back in his chair, and gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling. He was evidently pondering upon something, and neither Vincent nor Le Blanc interrupted his meditation.
Finally the restaurant owner spoke the words that were in his mind.
“I’ll tell you how it is, boys,” he said. “I talked with Mike Borrango last night. I’d rather have talked to him than to the big boy, Savoli.
“Borrango has a tough job — enforcing. They don’t all pay, like I do. He has to use a lot of pineapples.”
“Bombs,” explained Le Blanc, noticing the questioning expression on Vincent’s face. “If a place doesn’t come across with the dough, they toss pineapples in through the window. That’s the time to duck.”
“But pineapples don’t work like they used to,” said Marmosa. “Plenty of people are ready for them. What Borrango needs is a few more gorillas like Genara and Anelmo.”
“Yeah?” questioned Le Blanc. “They weren’t gorillas last night. They looked like a couple of monkeys. Running out the way they did, while Schultz and Spirak were still inside.”