"I don't think the information I got was worth twenty pounds."
Maninway smiled. He said: "I'm sorry." He knocked the ash from his cigarette into an ash-tray with a delicate gesture.
Callaghan rustled the two bank-notes between his fingers. After a moment he said:
"You said you wanted fifty pounds. I'd like to pay you fifty pounds. And you'd like fifty pounds, wouldn't you?"
Maninway said yes. He said he would like fifty pounds very much. He indicated that things weren't very good in these days. Callaghan thought dryly that too many of the old ladies were paying heavy income tax for Maninway's liking.
He said: "All right. I'll pay you fifty if I get what I want from you. It's obvious to me that you've met Milta and Sabine Haragos; that you've met Santos D'Ianazzi— the fellow that Milta
