Duffy said, “Sit down, boys, and have a drink.”
They sat down self-consciously, looked at the empty table and then at Duffy. The thin man put his head round the door and Duffy said, “Let’s have some Scotch.”
Gilroy stood by the window. He said, “I’ve put the general idea up. They’ll go for it okay.”
Shep said in a gritty voice, “Ain’t you the guy the cops are looking for?”
Duffy glanced at Gilroy, who nodded. Then he said, “That’s right, but not for long.” He got up and went over to the telephone and dialled. While he was waiting for the line to connect, the thin man came in with the drinks. Schultz reached out a bony hand and began to fix them.
Duffy said into the ’phone, “English?” then he said, “You fixed it yet?”
English said, “It wasn’t, easy, but you’re in the clear now. You gotta pin this rap on someone, but it’s not to be you know who.”.
Duffy grinned. “That’s okay. I only want a stiff or two, and that’s who’s done it.”
English grunted. “You’ve got to have your stiffs first,” he said.
“If you could see this outfit sitting right here, you wouldn’t worry about that. I want some dough, don’t I?”