"That isa good. More?"
"Some. Said he wanted me to keep my ears wide for any news. Wanted me to pump you."
"He deed?" The voice grew threatening. "Say, now, you tella me why he knaw you knawa me?"
"I guess he has as good ears as most people."
"But how he knawa me an' you——"
"He don't know that, Angel. Keep your hair on. He don't know nothin' about it. If he did, do you think he'd stand for it, an' cough up all these here straight tips to me?"
"Na-aw," the Italian drawlingly admitted, in slow mollification. "Naw, maybe he woulda not."
"He certainly wouldn't. He don't know nothin' about it. What he's afraid of is that somebody might think he stood in too good here."
"He say that?"
"Yep."