“Does he live around here?”
“A gay don’t want to live around here when he’s got a boat like that, does he?”
Fenner lowered half the gin sling. “Who’s the dame?”
The barman grinned. “I can’t keep up with them,” he said. “I guess that guy’s got a contract with the authorities to test them.”
Bugsey said, “That’s a swell job. Maybe he could do with a little help.”
Fenner said, “Where can you meet a guy like that?”
“Meet him? He gets about. He’s out a lot at Noolen’s Casino.”
“So, Noolen’s got a casino, eh?” Fenner said, looking at Bugsey.
Bugsey sneered. “Noolen’s the south-end of a horse.”
Fenner put his glass down on the counter. “I’m beginning to believe that,” he said, and putting his hand under Bugsey’s arm, he led him into the sunlight.