“No. You just took my part away from me. That was nice to do. Real Robin Hood stuff.”
“Listen, dope,” said the Saint temperately. “I never took anything away from you. You were out anyway. Ufferlitz dragged me in. When he made a deal with me I didn’t know you’d ever been involved. How the hell should I?”
Flane thought it over with the soggy concentration of drunkenness.
“Thass right,” he announced at last.
“I’m glad you can see it.”
“You’re okay.”
“Thanks.”
“Shake.”
“Sure.”
“Less have a drink.”