Kells sat down on the divan and leaned back and crossed his legs.
The fat man said: “Put your hands up, Skinny.” Kells shook his head slightly.
The young man in the raincoat leaned forward and slapped Kells across the mouth. Kells looked up at him and his face was very sad, his eyes were sleepy. He said: “That’s too bad.”
Fenner turned his head, spoke over his shoulder to the fat man: “What do you want?”
“I don’t want you. Go sit down in that chair by the window.”
Fenner crossed the room, sat down.
The fat man said: “Reach back of you and pull the shades shut.”
Granquist said sarcastically: “Now pull up a chair for yourself, Chub.” She leaned forward toward the table. “Ain’t you going to have a drink?”
Kells said: “Don’t say ‘ain’t,’ sweet.”
The fat man sat down in the chair nearest the door. His elbows were on the arms of the chair and he held the revolver loosely on his lap, said: “I want a bunch of pictures that you tried to peddle to Bellmann, girlie.”