"That clown isn't worthy of a place in the Naples organization," I said.
Naples looked down at the man, stirred him with his foot.
"A clown," he said. He took the money and tucked it in his shirt pocket.
"Okay, Rube," he said. "My regards to Haug."
I got in the hack and moved up to the barrier. It started up, trundled
aside. Naples was bending over the man I had downed. He took the pistol
from the pocket of the overcoat, jacked the action and aimed. There was
a sharp crack. The overcoat flopped once. Naples smiled over at me.
"He ain't worthy a place in the Naples organization," he said.