“Didn’ja hear, Mac? Name’s Jimmy.”
“Oswald,” the Saint said firmly, “is how I hold you in my heart. Now, Oswald, perhaps you’ll pour oil on these troubled waters, before I take you limb from muscle and throw you away.”
“We don’t want no trouble,” Jimmy said. “We want Big Bill. You got him, but we got to take him back with us.”
“And who is Big Bill, and why do you want him, and why do you think I have him?”
“We know you got him,” Jimmy said. “This here’s Trailer Mac.”
The Saint nodded at Mac.
“Hey, Jimmy,” Mac broke in, “this guy’s a phony.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.” Jimmy blinked.
“Owls,” Mac explained, “can’t swim.”
“What the damblasted hell has owls to do with it?” Jimmy demanded.