I lolled back on the pillow. “We’ve got to get organized,” I said thoughtfully. “These boys are good, but there’s one way to lick them.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Play one against the other,” I said. “It’ll need a little thought and planning, but it can be done. I won’t be out of this jam until I’ve cleaned up the whole mob and that includes Killeano, Speratza, Flaggerty and Bat. If I can get them out of the way for good, I guess their organization will fold.”
“I guess it will,” Davis said, scratching his nose. “How are you going to do it?”
“I’ll find a way,” I said.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, after a pause.
“You still with me?”
He grinned. “Sure,” he said. “Keep me under cover if you can, but if you can’t, the hell with it. I’ll stick whichever way it jumps. I like your style.”
“Swell,” I said, and meant it. “I hit the dud currency angle right on the nose,” I went on. “I could tell by the way Killeano flinched that I’d guessed right. We’ve got to get hold of some of those notes, and we’ve got to find out where he makes them. A forgery plant isn’t easy to hide.
Can you take care of that angle?”