mister b was very upset with mr capone over the failure of their plot to kidnap me b’s daughter, juliet.
i am sorry , sir, mr capone said dolefully. i thought i was doing the right thing, putting my best man on it. i trusted him implicitly but he betrayed my trust.
you put one man on it? mr b asked sharply.
yes, sir, it has been my experience that the fewer people are involved on a job, the less chance of fouling it up. and the bigger the job the truer i have found this.
humph. well, what it is done is done.
do you want me to try to track them down, sir? capone asked.
no, i have my own people working on it. i have always found that the more people work on a job the better, as no one knows everything about it.
i suppose, capone replied dolefully with a shake of his head, there might be something to be said for that approach.
count upon it, there is.
do you want any information on my faithless friend billy? capone asked humbly. i would happy to provide it, and any other information you think might prove useful.
my people will contact you if they think it might be useful.
and with that, mr b got up and exited capone’s little office.
capone and his factotum, ness, heard the whirr of the wheels of mr b’s chair as it sped down the hallway.
then the ping of the elevator it opened, and then the second ping as its door closed and began its ascent back to the ground floor.
what a stuffed shirt, ness exclaimed bitterly.
he is the richest man in the world, capone replied mildly. and we - i - did screw it up.
i think we should go after billy and the girl ourselves, no matter what he says.
no, at least not for new. we will give it a little time, see how much success they have.
and if he sends someone around asking about billy, should we cooperate?
sure. just make sure they are legit first, and really come from mister b.
ness scowled. if you say so.
besides, capone sighed, how much do we really know about billy ourselves?
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