“They arrested Morgan on some counterfeit charge. Then English got on to headquarters and withdrew his protection. I was there when he did it. He’s thrown you to the wolves. They’re indicting you for Olga’s, Gleason’s and Annabel’s murder.”
Duffy sat limply on the bed, still holding the telephone. “The lousy rat,” he said.
Sam said urgently, “You’ve got to go carefully. They can’t hope to make all those raps stick.”
Duffy’s mouth twisted. “They’ll carry me to the station, that it?”
Sam said, “English is pulling wires. They’re waiting for you to run, then they’ll come after you with gunpowder.”
“That’ll let English right out of this, won’t it? Me stiff, he can pin all his lousy scandal to my tombstone.”
“What the hell are you going to do?”
Duffy said, “Skip. I guess I might make it in the Buick.”
Sam said, “They’ll be watching your joint by now. The news came over ten minutes ago. They started right away.”
Duffy said, “Do they know you’re in this?”