Glorie said, “Oh, well,” and went over to the divan. Fenner walked out into the kitchen.
Bugsey had just finished supper and was making eyes at the Spanish woman, who ignored him. Fenner said, “I’m going out. Maybe I’ll be back tonight, maybe I won’t.”
Bugsey lumbered to his feet. “Shall I bring a rod?” he said.
Fenner shook his head. “You stay here,” he said. “Your job is to protect Miss Leadler. You keep awake and watch out. Someone might try and rub her out.”
Bugsey said, “Aw, boss, for God’s sake—”
Fenner said impatiently, “You stay here.”
Bugsey shuffled his feet. “That dame don’t want protectin’. I’m the guy who wants protectin’.”
“What are you yapping about? You always wanted a flock of dames. She’s as good as twenty dames, isn’t she?” Fenner asked him, and before he could reply he left.
Noolen said, “I thought I told you to keep outta here.”
Fenner threw two pieces of paper on the desk. “Take a look at that,” he said.