“Fifty grand,” Duffy said. “I don’t mean thirty, or forty. It’s worth fifty, and it’s fifty I want.”
Morgan shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I guess you’d never peddle that for that amount of dough,” he said.
Duffy stood up. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll get the money from the other side. Why should I worry?”
“Wait. You’ve overlooked something.” Morgan looked foxy. “You’ve given me some nice information. I don’t doubt that. Think, would you pay that much money? You forget, I’ve got three guys who’re eating their heads off for a job. I ain’t paying fancy prices for a thing like that. Do you know what I’d do if I had a list like that?”
Duffy said, “What would you do?”
Morgan grinned. He looked like a wolf. “What you’ve done. Make a duplicate and sell it to both sides.”
Duffy’s face was quite blank. “It’s an idea,” he said, considering it.
Morgan shook his head. “It was a pip of an idea, but not now. When you’ve sold that list to Gleason, I’ll call on him and take it away from him.”
Duffy said, with a hard smile, “You’re pretty sure of yourself, ain’t you?”
Morgan raised his fat shoulders again. “And I’ll tell you something else,” he went on, flicking his ash into the tray, “I’ll send Joe to collect that fifty grand off you, when Gleason has paid it. That ought to show you.”