Bugsey struggled into his clothes. “Looks like someone’s been pushin’ you around.”
“Never mind about me,” Fenner said coldly; “this is urgent.”
Bugsey went out, pulling his coat on. Fenner said, “Can you get up, do you think?”
Glorie threw the sheet off and slid to the floor. “I only stayed in bed because it upset poor little Bugsey,” she said. “What’s been happening?”
Fenner dug himself out a new suit and changed. “Don’t stand there gaping,” he snapped. “Get dressed. We’re moving out of this joint fast.”
When she got as far as her step-ins and brassiere she said, “Can’t you tell me where you’ve been?”
Fenner was busy emptying the drawers into two grips. “I was taken for a ride by a gang of toughs. Just shaken ’em off.”
“Where are we going?”
Fenner said evenly, “We’re goin’ to stay with Noolen.”
Glorie shook her head. “I’m not,” she said.