O’Finnigan looked at him for a long time. He said: “What have you got in the back of your head, Travis?”
Travis said: “Well, I sort of agreed with you that Scansci’s slippin’. I reckon this guy Calsimo’s got brains. Maybe he’s a bigger shot than Scansci. Maybe—”
O’Finnigan whistled. “I got it,” he said. “So that’s it. You think somebody’s gonna sell Scansci out?”
Travis said: “No, I don’t think anything like that right now, but I think there’s been a lot of talk lately about him; talk about him slippin’ and all that sort of stuff. You’ve heard it yourself.”
O’Finnigan grinned. He said: “Yeah, I heard it.… Maybe you wouldn’t know who started it.” His grin became broader. He got up. He said: “Well, I’m on my way, Travis. I reckon you’ve tried to play ball over this. You’d be a mug if you
