"Nothing to it, George. You give us the three hundred grand and we don't do a thing."
"Yeah?" He didn't get it. He had to fork over the money anyway, according to the court order, so what was the deal?
"If you want to go a little further, I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll give you one of our little good luck charms, if you'll promise to call your boys off Howley."
"Nobody's on Howley," he said. "You ought to know better than that. In this state, if we get whipped in court, we play it square. Did you think we were going to get rough?"
"No. But you kind of figured on lifting that gadget as soon as he gets it back from the D.A., didn't you? I saw your boys waiting at his hotel. I'm just telling you that you don't have to do that. We'll give you the gadget. There are plenty more where that came from."
"I see," Brockey said after a long pause. "O.K., counselor. It's a deal."
"Fine. We'll pick up the money later this evening, if that's O.K."
"Sure, counselor. Anytime. Anytime at all." He hung up.
I grinned at Howley, who was sitting across the desk from me. "Well, that winds it up."
"I don't get it," Howley said. "Why'd you call up Brockey? What was the purpose of that 'deal'?"