Wint nodded. “I just walked blindly, for a while. I could not go home. This was the first place I thought of.”
Amos blew a cloud of smoke. “Well, that’s all right.”
“How did you find out I was here, now?” Wint asked. “Just guess? Or what?”
“Jack Routt is—spreading the word,” Amos explained. There was a suggestion of something hidden behind his simple statement.
“Routt? Yes, he was here last night,” Wint agreed.
“Yes, he said he was.” Wint caught the implication in the Congressman’s tone, and he asked:
“What’s the matter? What does Routt say?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, he says you were down here last night, stewed to the eyes and getting steweder all the time.”
Wint’s eyes narrowed; then he laughed. “Oh, he says that?”
“Says it frequent and generous.”