“And just what would that accomplish, Mr. Phule?” Max said, accepting the pen and paper from Laverna and beginning to write as she spoke. “The potential for crime on Lorelei is far too great to go unexploited. If I’m removed from my position of control, all that will happen is that another person or group will take my place-someone, perhaps, like that organization your man posed as a member of. Believe me, Captain, there are those who would be far less genteel than I in running things. As to there not being anyone who can prevent me from going to jail, you’re wrong. There is one person, Mr. Phule. You!”
“Me?”
“Certainly. If you should choose not to press charges or bring my activities to the attention of the authorities or the media, I shall be free to continue my operation as normal.”
“You expect me to turn a blind eye to what you’ve tried to do? Just because you’re more civilized than most about running your syndicate?”
“No, Captain. I expect you to seriously consider a proposition of mutual advantage to both of us-a bribe, if you will. First, however, let me remind you that your stated objective was not to put me out of business, but rather to stop me from attempting to gain control of the Fat Chance. I’m prepared to offer that in exchange for my freedom.”
“That’s a surprisingly weak offer, coming from you, Mrs. Pruet,” Phule said stiffly. “In exchange for my letting you go, you’re proposing to give me a promise in writing that you won’t try to gain control of the Fat Chance-something you haven’t been able to do so far and would find doubly difficult to attempt from jail?”