Duffy still didn’t take his eyes from the ceiling. “Sure, that’s right. I’ve got it now.”
Morgan sat silent, then he said, “I see.”
Duffy said, “It’s in the market right now.”
Morgan became elaborately casual. Duffy nearly laughed at him. “It might be useful,” he said.
Duffy said, “You ain’t got the idea quite.” He spoke carefully, as if to a child. “This English girl is tied up with Gleason. She’s as wild and crazy as a loon. These two are working this racket between them. And they’re making plenty out of it. With the list, you can smash their little game, put English on the spot, and have three hundred big shots pouring their dough into your lap, just to keep out of it.”
Morgan chewed on his cigar. “The way you’re putting it, it sounds good,” he said.
“It is good. That’s why I’m offering it to you.”
“What have I done?”
“You got the dough.”
“How much?”