Sam said, “I’d take it easy for a bit.”
Duffy shook his head. “I got to get those pictures,” he said, “and I’ve got to get ’em fast.”
Alice said, “Has Morgan got them, do you think?”
“No. Morgan hasn’t got them. It was Morgan’s crowd who pushed me around. It looks to me that some other party has horned in and helped themselves. Just as long as Cattley remains in that vault, trouble will stay still. As soon as he pokes up his head, the balloon will go up.”
“Don’t you run a risk of being made an accessory after the fact or something?” Alice asked, her brow wrinkled.
Duffy said, “I guess I’ve been in worse spots than accessory charges.”
Sam got up and began to pile the plates in the kitchen. Alice went out to help him. Duffy sat in the arm-chair and brooded. His body was one dull ache, but he wouldn’t let his mind dwell on it. There was a bitter angry feeling smoldering inside him. Furious with Morgan, revengeful against those three toughs, and determined to get those photos back, he thought of Annabel. Then he got up and went over to the telephone. He dialled a number, after consulting the book.
He recognized her voice at once.
“This is Duffy here,” he said.
“Have you got them?” her voice was eager.