He nodded, still with the wide hearty smile; stared at me cordially out of his wide-set blue eyes.
I went on: “I heard there was a lot of noise over here and I thought I might make a connection — pick up some change.”
McCary juggled his big facial muscles into something resembling innocence.
“I don’t know just what you mean, Buddy,” he said. “What’s your best game?”
“What’s yours?”
He grinned again. “Well,” he said, “you can get plenty of action up in the front room.”
I said: “Don’t kid me, Mister McCary. I didn’t come over here to play marbles.”
He looked pleasantly blank.
“I used to work for Dickie Johnson down in K C,” I went on.
“Who sent you to me?”