He Won't Need It Now

by James Hadley Chase

Duffy said, “On second thoughts, I’ll turn the book over to the State.”

“I shouldn’t do that.” Morgan said it just a little too quickly. There was no punch in the threat.

“I’m turning it over, just the same. Then we’ll see what happens. I got twenty-five grand out of Gleason, so I should worry.”

“Wait.” Morgan raised his voice. “I’ll give you five grand.”

Duffy said, “Make it twenty-five, and it’s yours.”

“Okay,” Morgan’s voice was very soft. “You bring the book over, and I’ll have the money here.”

“I’m not that screwy,” Duffy said. “Turn it over in the open. I’ll be in the lobby of the Belmont Plaza at six o’clock tonight. We’ll make the exchange.”

There was a short pause, then Morgan said, “Okay,” and hung up.

Gilroy had been listening, his eyes on Duffy’s back. He said, “You’re going to have a sweet time bringing that dough home.”

Duffy picked up his hat. “Come on,” he said, “let’s go.”