"We think you're quite a guy," Sam insisted. "We've been told you're more'n that. You see, I recognized you. You've had too many photos printed in the papers — Saint."
Simon smiled, a devil-may-care smile, a smile as light as butterflies' worries.
"So? And now that we're putting everything on the barrelhead, why are you holding that cannon on me?"
Avalon gasped, and glanced sidewise.
"Well," Sam Jeffries said, "I guess it ain't necessary. I really wouldn't shoot you without'n you done more'n you've did."
Simon grinned.
"Thanks. Just to get the record straight, I really am this young lady's agent. She's a nightclub singer."
Stocky Joe Hyman said: "Huh?"
Sam Jeffries made a threatening motion at his pal.
" 'F she says she's a singer, she's a singer, see? 'N 'f he says he's her agent, well, shaddup, see?"