Bugsey said in a faint, strangled voice, “An’ you’re payin’ fifty bucks for a job like that?”
Fenner looked startled. “Ain’t it enough?”
“That’s a laugh. I’d do it for nothin’. Maybe she’d go for me.”
Fenner got up. “Okay, come on up, I’ll introduce you. Only don’t go gettin’ ideas. You sit outside the door, get it? A dame like that hasn’t any time for hoods. That’s what you said, wasn’t it?”
A little crestfallen, Bugsey followed him upstairs. Fenner knocked on the door and went in. Glorie was lying in a pink satin nightdress, all ribbons and frills. She gave a little giggle when Fenner paused, staring at her.
“Isn’t it a dream?” she said. “Did you choose it yourself?”
Fenner shook his head. “I’ve got a bodyguard for you. This is Bugsey. He’s goin’ to hang around to keep off the nasty men.”
Glorie looked Bugsey over with surprised eyes. “He looks nasty himself,” she said. “Come in Bugsey, and meet a lovely lady.”
Bugsey said, “Jeeze!” and stood in the doorway gaping.
Fenner reached forward and pulled a chair out into the passage. “This suv’s goin’ to sit outside and work,” he said grimly. “That’s what I’m payin’ him for.”