"Don't worry about a thing, Commissioner," Malone said. "This is confidential."
"You know how I'd feel about this if word ever got out to—"
"I said confidential, John Henry," Malone said, trying to sound friendly and trustworthy. "After all, every place has unsolved crimes. Even the FBI isn't absolutely perfect."
"Oh," Fernack said. "Sure. But confidential, Malone."
"You have my word," Malone said sincerely.
Fernack said, "Well—"
"How fast can you get me the dope?" Malone said.
"I don't exactly know," Fernack said. "The last time anything even remotely like this was run through—departmental survey, but you wouldn't be interested—it took something like eight hours."
"Fine," Malone said. "Eight hours, then. I'll look everything over and if we need a second run-through it won't take too long. I'll let you know as soon as I can about that." He grinned into the phone.
Fernack cleared his throat and asked delicately, "Mind telling me what all this is for?"