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"It's in your blood," Malone said, involuntarily.
"Right," Manelli said. "But I think about things. I like to figure things out. In a sort of a theoretical way, like a for-instance.
Understand?"
"What sort of theoretical story are you going to tell me?" Malone said.
Manelli leaned back in his chair. "Let's take, for instance, some numbers runners who had some trouble the other day, got beat up and money taken from them. Maybe you read about it in the papers."
"I haven't been following the papers much," Malone said.
"That's all right," Manelli said grandly. "Maybe it wasn't _in_ the papers. But anyhow, I figured out maybe that happened. I had nothing to do with this, Mr. Malone; you understand that? But I figured out how maybe it happened."
"How?" Malone said.
Manelli took another puff on his cigar. "Maybe there was an error at a racetrack--we could say Jamaica, for instance, just for laughs. And maybe two different totals were published for the pari-mutuel numbers, and both got given out. So the numbers runners got all fouled up, so they got beat up and money taken from them."
"It could have happened that way," Malone said.
"I figure maybe the FBI had something to do with this," Manelli said.
"We didn't," Malone said. "Frankly."
"And that's not all," Manelli said. "Let's say at Jamaica one day there was a race."
"All right," Malone said agreeably. "That doesn't require a whole lot of imagination."
"And let's say," Manelli went on, "that the bookies--if there are any bookies in this town; who knows?--that they got the word about who came in, win, place and show."
"Sounds natural," Malone said.
"Sure it does," Manelli said. "But there was a foul-up someplace, because the win animal was disqualified and n.o.body heard about it until after a lot of payoffs were made. That costs money." He stopped.
"I mean it would cost money, if it happened," he finished.
"Sure," Malone said. "Certainly would."
"And you tell me it's not the FBI?" Manelli said.
"That's right," Malone said. "As a matter of fact, we're investigating things like these confusions and inefficiencies all over."
Manelli finished his drink in one long, amazed swallow. "Now, wait a minute," he said. "Let's say for a joke, like, for laughs, that I am some kind of a wheel in these things, in bookies and numbers boys and like that."
"Let's call it a syndicate," Malone said. "Just for laughs."
"Okay, then," Manelli said, with a suspicious gaze at Malone.
"Whatever you call it, a man like me today, he wouldn't be some two-bit chiseler without brains. He would be a businessman, a smooth-operating smart businessman. Right?"
"Right," Malone said. "And what I want to know is: how's business?"
"You're kidding?" Manelli said.
"I'm not kidding," Malone said. "I mean it. The FBI's investigating mix-ups just like the ones you're telling me about. We want to stop them."
Manelli blinked. "You know, Mr. Malone," he said softly, "I heard about government interference in private enterprise, but don't you think this is a little too far out?"
Malone shrugged. "That's what I'm here for," he said. "Take it or leave it."
"Just so it's understood," Manelli said, "that we're talking about imaginary things. Theoretical."
"Sure," Malone said. "Imagine away."
"Well," Manelli said slowly, "you heard about this wrecked night-club in Florida? It happened maybe a month ago, in Miami?"
"I heard about it," Malone said.
"This is just a for-instance, you know," Manelli said. "But suppose there was a roulette wheel in that club. Just a wheel."
"Okay," Malone said.
"And suppose the wheel was rigged a little bit," Manelli said. "Not seriously, just a little bit."
"Fine," Malone said. "This is going to explain a wrecked club?"
"Well, sure," Manelli said. "Because something went wrong with the machinery, or maybe the operator goofed up. And number seven came up eight times in a row."
"Good old lucky seven," Malone said.
"So there was a riot," Manelli said. "Because some people had money on the number, and some people got suspicious, and like that. And there was a riot."
"And the club got wrecked," Malone said. "That's what I call bad luck."
"Luck?" Manelli said. "What does luck have to do with roulette?
Somebody goofed, that's all."
"Oh," Malone said. "Sure."
"And that's the way it's been going," Manelli said. He puffed on his cigar, put it in a nearby ashtray, and blew out a great Vesuvian spout of smoke.
"Too bad," Malone said sympathetically.
"It's all over," Manelli said. "Mistakes and people making the mistakes, goofing up here and there and everyplace. There have been guys killed because they made mistakes, and n.o.body can afford guys being killed all the time."
"It does run into expense," Malone said.
"And time, and hiring guys to do the killing, and then they goof up, too," Manelli said. "It's terrible. Some guys have even been killed without they made any mistakes at all. Just by accident, sort of."
"Well," Malone said carefully, "you can depend on the government to do everything in its power to straighten things out."
Manelli frowned. "You mean that, Mr. Malone?"