“What do you propose?” English said.
“Cool the cops off me, for a start. You can do it. Once I’ve got protection, I can go after Morgan and run him out. I can pick up Annabel and get her into a nut-house… that’s the place for her.”
English brooded. “You’ve got to have more than protection. You want money and you want help.”.
Duffy said, “Gilroy’s mob’s backing me.”
“Gilroy? Yes, I know him. He’s all right, but he’s not big enough.”
Duffy sat on the edge of the desk. “With me around, he’ll be big enough.”
“And money?”
“Suppose you put up some dough? It’s worth a lot to fix this mess, ain’t it?”
English walked to the door. “We’ll see about that,” he said. “Suppose you come down to headquarters and we’ll talk things over with the right man.”
Duffy looked at him hard. He shook his head. “You gotta fix that,” he said. “This is too important to me to risk a double-cross. I’d look a grand mug walking into headquarters, if you were losing your grip.”