Noolen shook his head. “I ain’t playin’.”
Fenner laughed. “Okay, we’ll make you play.”
He stood up. “You in this?” he said to Bugsey.
Bugsey nodded. “I’ll hang around,” he said.
Fenner nodded to Glorie. “Come on, baby,” he said. “You, me an’ Bugsey’ll look after this until this punk decides to fight.”
Glorie got up. “I don’t want to play either.”
Fenner showed his teeth. “What a shame,” he said, walking over to her and taking her arm. “But you’re not Noolen; you’ll do as you’re told.”
Noolen said, “Leave her alone.”
Fenner took no notice. “Let’s go,” he said, and they went out of the room, Glorie walking stiffly beside him.
Out in the street, Fenner paused. He said to Glorie, “We’ll stay at your place.”