A sharp metallic voice snapped in his ear, “Tribune here, what department do you know?”
“H’yah, Mabel,” he said. “Dinny in?”
“Hold on an’ I’ll put you through.”
McGuire came on the line. “Hello, pal,” he said. Duffy thought he sounded a little drunk.
“Listen, soldier,” Duffy said, keeping an edge on his voice. “This is important. Will you meet me at the Princess Hotel right away?”
McGuire groaned. “Aw, what you think I am? I’m goin’ home. Listen, bozo, what’ll Alice say? I ain’t been home all this week.”
Duffy was certain McGuire was drunk. “I’ll fix Alice,” he said. “Get going and make it fast.” He hung up as McGuire began to protest again.
Annabel English said, “There are ten Daniel Morgans in the book.”
“That’s okay,” Duffy returned. “I’ll find him.” He walked over to her. “Now you forget about this… leave it to me. I’ll give you a ring tomorrow and let you know how it went.” He paused, looking into her blue smoky eyes. “You all alone here?”
She nodded. “I sent my maid out for the evening, didn’t want her to see Cattley….”