Bugsey passed his tongue over his lips. “Am I likely to forget her?” he said. “What a number!”
“She’s upstairs in my bed, right now.”
Bugsey slopped his beer. His moonlike face showed his surprise. He said, “In your bed?”
Fenner nodded.
“What a guy!” Bugsey was almost overwhelmed with admiration. “I bet it cost you a heap of jack to get her in there.”
Fenner shook his head again. “Fact was, Bugsey, I had to fight to keep her out. She’s hot for me.”
Bugsey put the beer down on the table with a click. “You ain’t kiddin’?” he said. “You wouldn’t tell a lie about a thing like that?”
“No, she’s up there all right.”
Bugsey brooded, then he said in a hoarse, confidential whisper, “When she, you know, does she bite?”
Fenner thought it was time to get down to business. “Never mind about the details, pal,” he said. “Some guy pulled a rod on this dame and took a little meat out of her side. This guy might look in again and make a better job. I want you to sit around with a rod an’ see he doesn’t.”