No one said anything for a minute. Beery watched Borg play solitaire. Kells’ eyes wandered again to the ceiling.
“You’re absolutely right,” he finally said. “We’d better take a sneak while we’re all in one piece.”
Beery stood up and poured himself a drink. He waved the glass at Kells. He said: “We’ve gone too far — an’ it’s too much fun. We can still smack the Bellmann administration down — and anyway, these rats don’t know whether we’re strong or not. You’ll be up and around in a couple days — we can count on a hand from Fay, if we need it...”
Borg was staring at the cards. He said, “Sure,” without looking up.
“No.” Kells shook his head slowly. “It’s too tough. You boys have been a great help, but—”
“Shut up! You can crawl out if you want to, but I’ll stick — I’m having a swell time.” Beery grinned down at Kells, gulped his drink.
Borg looked up, said, “Sure,” quietly. He stood up.
Kells laughed. He glanced at the bottle on the bedstand, said: “Draw three, Shep.”
They had dinner sent up from Musso & Frank’s, on the Boulevard.
Doctor Janis stopped by about nine o’clock.