Travis was still smiling pleasantly. Now he took out his thin enamelled case and lit a cigarette.
An officer came in.
The desk sergeant said: “Mr. Hahn and Mr. Linney to see the guy Berg.” He grinned at the officer.
The officer said: “O.K. This way, please.”
He went away. Travis and Linney followed him.
As their footsteps died away the desk sergeant picked up the telephone before him, rang a number. After a moment he said:
“That you, lieutenant? Mr. O’Finnigan…? Yeah, this is me.… Look, I got an idea that Hahn’s pullin’ a fast one on you. He’s just been here with Linney—Scansci’s mouthpiece. Linney’s gonna defend Berg. It looks like they got a defence too. They got an alibi—so Linney says, and I reckon if he says so he means it.… Yeah.… O.K., you’ll be around. So long, lieutenant.” H
