Travis said: “Sure…that’s O.K. Is that all right with you?”
The lieutenant of detectives said: “That’s O.K. by me.”
They had another drink. Then O’Finnigan said: “Well, I’ll be seein’ you, Travis.”
Travis said: “Sure…thanks a lot, Pat. You always were a good guy. You’ll hear from the brokers to-morrow about that block of shares.”
O’Finnigan said: “Thanks. So long, Travis. Remember me to Lauren.”
He got up, walked across the carpeted floor of the speak-easy, went up the stairs. Travis watched him until he disappeared round the winding stairway.
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At eight o’clock Travis went to Scansci’s apartment—a penthouse on the fashionable North Side with everything that opened and shut.
He rang the bell. A Japanese butler opened the door, Travis went in. As he stepped into the hallway, C
