them come away loose.
The little guy said in a sharp voice, “Don’t start shooting. We don’t want the cops here. Clive, stand by the door. I’ll put on the lights.”
Duffy grinned. He stood up, listening for the slightest sound. The darkness made him feel like a blind man.
Joe said, “I’m coming down.”
The little guy said, “Wait; I’ll tell you.”
Duffy moved softly towards the little guy. When he got near enough as he could judge, he stopped. Quite close to him, he heard a rattle of matches. He balanced himself, and as the match flared up he hit the little guy right in the middle of his face. The match fell on the carpet and went out. Duffy took three quick steps away from the little guy, who was lying on the ground, collided with a chair. Joe fired just once. It was close enough. Duffy felt the bullet against his sleeve as it passed.
Moving to the door, he ran up against Clive. Clive gave a high scream, but Duffy’s questing hands found his head, and he banged it back against the wall hard. Clive went limp.
The little guy said in a sudden panic, “Quick, Joe! He’s got Clive.”
Joe said, “What the hell do you think I can do? I can’t see.”
Holding Clive by the shirt-front, Duffy jerked the door open, and stepped into the hall, dragging Clive with him. The hall was in darkness. Duffy threw Clive on the floor, sprang back to the door, found the key on the outside, and turned it. Then he struck a match and flicked on the electric light switch.
Clive was lying in a heap, dazed. He stared up at Duffy with unseeing eyes. Duffy searched his pockets, found the notes and the little book and transferred them to his pocket, then he stood up.
“I guess I owe you something,” he said softly, and put his heel on Clive’s upturned face, pressed down hard, turning the heel slowly. Clive clawed at his foot, and began to scream. Duffy said, “Here it is, Nance, it’s been coming to you for a long time.” He put his entire weight on his right leg and twisted his heel sharply. There was a cracking sound, and under his heel it felt soft. Clive stopped screaming. Duffy stepped away, dragged his heel once, then twice on the soft carpet, leaving two long smears of red. He opened the front door and stepped into the passage, and ran downstairs, not waiting for the elevator. Faintly, he could hear the thudding of Joe’s shoulder against the locked door.
He reached the street. It was raining again. The air was heavy and very warm. He ran on to the Buick, pulled open the door and got in. Then he drove away very quickly.
The streets were less congested. He took half the time in getting back to the Bronx. Leaving the car in the garage, he walked down the steps of the basement and rapped on the door.
Gilroy opened it. The negro showed his big white teeth. “You okay?” he asked.
Duffy nodded. He said, “Come and have a drink.”
Gilroy followed him down the passage into the little room. Duffy sat on the bed and pushed his hat to the back of his head. Gilroy fixed the drinks, came over and gave Duffy a glass. He stood waiting. His thin face sleepy, but interested.
Duffy looked him over thoughtfully from the bed, scratched the side of his face, making a little rasping noise. Then he, said, “Perhaps you might like to come in on this.”
Gilroy lifted his shoulders. “Maybe,” he said, “it’s nothing to me now.”
“Gleason was knocked off tonight,” Duffy said, swirling the whisky in the glass. “I was there, so was Morgan’s gang and Gleason’s wife. She popped him and tried to pin it on me.”
Gilroy rolled up his eyes. “They’re slapping it on you all right,” he said at last.
Duffy nodded. “Sure, they got a reason. I’m holding up a million-dollar racket.” He took the note-book out of his pocket and tossed it on the table. Gilroy picked it up curiously and examined it Duffy could see it meant nothing to him.
He explained.
Gilroy sat listening, his black eyes half closed. He pursed his lips together. He said, at last, “You’ve gotta be careful.”
Duffy said, “I know that.” He got to his feet and wandered round the small room. “If Olga were here, I’d pull out, but where the hell can I go now?”
Gilroy thumbed the book over. “You wouldn’t get far,” he said.
Duffy shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I might.”
“You thinking of playing this further?”
Duffy stopped walking and stood very still. He looked hard at Gilroy. “That depends a lot on you.”
Gilroy said, “Where do I come in?”
“A while back, you offered me your outfit; I guess I can use it.”
Gilroy smoothed down his crinkly hair with his hand. “How?” he said. He was being very cautious.
Duffy leant forward and tapped the top of the table with his index finger. “I’d like to run Morgan out of town.”
Gilroy drew his breath in with a little hiss. “You’re nuts,” he said. “You gotta have dough for a job like that.”
Duffy took from his pocket the thin sheaf of notes and put it on the table. Then from his side coat pocket he took the ten grand he had lifted off Gus, and laid it on top of the other money. Gilroy watched him fascinated.
“Thirty-five grand enough?” Duffy asked.
Gilroy eased his collar with a thin black finger. “It helps,” he said slowly. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Duffy scooped up the money and put it back in his pocket. “It fell in my lap,” he said. “What say? You on?”
Gilroy sat down, poured out more drinks and lit a cigarette. “Let’s talk about it. What’s your idea?”
Duffy came over and sat down too. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just want to run this Morgan louse out, and his gang with him.”
Gilroy screwed up his eyes, then said, “Why?”
Duffy’s mouth set. “He thinks I can’t do it. He’s told me so. Well, I’m going to show the palooka he’s bucking the wrong horse.”
Gilroy nodded. “That’s the way it goes, is it?”
Duffy said, “Yeah, that’s it.”
“You won’t get far with the cops after you.”
“I’ve got that on the line. First thing tomorrow I’m getting protection.”
“Protection? Where do you get that from?”
“English.” Duffy leant back in the chair and took a long pull at his glass. “I’m blowing the whole works to that guy, and then watch him cover me up.”
Gilroy said, “You’ve got something there.”
Duffy said, “Sure, I have. Once I get protection, I’m a big shot. I can handle Morgan with protection and an outfit like yours.”
Gilroy said, “There’s me, there’s Shep, and there’s Schultz.”
“Okay. Suppose we all get together, after I’ve seen English.”
Gilroy nodded and stood up. “The boys get in around about one o’clock. If you can make it, we’ll be here then.”
He wandered to the door. “It ain’t going to be easy,” he said.
Duffy was watching him cross the room. “You ain’t gone into it,” he said. “It’s a cinch.”
Gilroy nodded and went out, pulling the door behind him.
Duffy got up and took off his coat. A knock came on the door and the thin man put his head round. “There’s a jane asking for you,” he said.
Duffy said, “Sure, and I suppose you told her I was right inside?”
The thin man said, “I told her I’d never heard of you, but it won’t shift her. She says, ‘Tell him it’s Alice’, like that. So I come back, and here I am.”
“Well, for God’s sake!” Duffy put on his coat. “Shoot her in quick.”
The thin man shrugged and went away. He came back with Alice at his heels. Duffy went over to her and
