“All his rackets. Calls the place the Morgan Navigation Trust Co. It’s his headquarters for vice, smuggling, getting girls over from Cuba, you know the whole works.”
Duffy went over to the book and turned up Morgan Navigation Co. He dialled and waited. Then he said, “Mr. Morgan there?”
A pert voice said, “What’s it about?”
Duffy said curtly, “I’ll ask him to tell you, if he wants you to know.”
She connected him. Before she plugged, he heard her say, “Some day these sharp punks will cut themselves with their own wit.”
Duffy grinned. Morgan’s voice came over. “Yes?”
Duffy said, “Listen, Morgan. Your mob let you down.”
Morgan said very evenly, “You had the breaks that time, Duffy, but watch out.”
“Gleason’s out of the bidding,” Duffy said, looking with blank eyes at the wall in front of him. “That little book’s going to cost you fifty grand.”
He heard Morgan draw his breath in, then he said, “My boys are collecting that free of charge. I’ve warned you. They’re coming gunning for you.”