Hoppy considered.
“Lemme see. I useta know a guy called Sammy de Leg.”
“Then by all means pick up the phone and call Samuel. Ask him if he’d like to have a house guest.”
“Listen!” the latter burst out. “I don’t know nothing about this beggar racket! That dame chased me up the alley—”
“With your gun in her back,” Simon agreed. “I saw it. You need protection. If beggar women keep chasing you up alleys, you won’t be safe till you’re locked up where they can’t get at you. Hoppy and I feel we must take care of you.”
He finished his drink contentedly while Mr Uniatz completed a cryptic conversation.
“It’s all set, boss,” Hoppy announced finally. “We can go dere right now.”
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere!” Junior cried desperately.
“How you do talk,” said the Saint.