"Because we respect each other's boundaries, Constance. And I respect what you've done. Kept your house in good order, never hear a bad word against it, nor any of your lot. Or you. You're the only real lady in the business." He smiled back to her, although his thoughts where else-where; on Nell in fact, and what would happen to the boy if Slater ever did take over the Theatre. Nell'd never get it back, for sure, and Slater would probably force him to do all sort of disgusting things, things that Harry shuddered to think about. He didn't want Nell hurt, he didn't want him to go through that. Slater didn't look after his boys, not like Harry did.
He sighed, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Course I'm right. Didn't get where I am now by being wrong. Just... just need a way to get to Slater before he knows that we're trying to get to him. I think... I think a tuff war is the only way to do it. Openly. A few fights, attacks, arson, that sort of thing. I've got some blokes that'll do the job, and I know some coppers that will look the other way. Any of your young ladies know any way to make life difficult for Slater? Anything that will divert his attention." Anything that would hurt Viv as much as it would Slater. She'd pay for being a traitorous bitch. "And then... we'll bump him off, secret and quiet-like."