“The Editor’s too fond of life. These boys are tough eggs to monkey with. We stay neutral.”
“Mean anything to you personally?”
He looked sleepy. “Well, if some guy came along and bust this Administration wide open, I’d have something to write about, providing the bust was complete. I’d do what I could to get the story, but I’d have to play it close to my chest.”
I didn’t say anything.
He eyed me narrowly, then went on. “Killeano’s a louse. But he’s got the town in his pocket, and now Herrick’s out of the way anything could happen. He’s well in the saddle, and it’ll be a hell of a job to unstick him.”
“Depends how it’s played,” I said, lighting a cigarette. “If I can get the right information, I’ll crack Killeano.”
He nodded slowly. “What kind of information?”
“Did Herrick work on his own?”
“Practically. He and Frank Brodey. Their organization was small: too small.”
“Who’s Brodey?”