After a little while, Fenner said, “Where am I, anyway?”
“You’re in my room off White Street.”
“Please, baby, would you mind skipping the mystery an’ letting me know how I got here?”
Curly said, “It’s late. You must go to sleep. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”
Fenner raised himself on his elbows. He was ready to wince, but he didn’t feel any pain. He was weak, but that was all. He said, “I’ve been sleeping too long. I want to know now.”
Curly sighed. “Okay, okay. You tough guys give me a pain.”
Fenner didn’t say anything. He lay back and waited.
Curly wrinkled her forehead. “Nightingale was mad with you. What did you do?”
Fenner looked at her, then said, “I forget.”
Curly sniffed. “He told me that Pio had bounced you, and taken you to his waterfront place. I wanted to know what was happening to you. Nightingale got restless when he cooled off. He reckoned he was letting Crotti down if he didn’t look after you. It didn’t need much persuasion from me to get him to go and find out. He comes back with you looking as if someone had been working over you. He says for me to get a croaker and to look after you.