We had a couple more drinks, but they didn’t do much good. Ackie got her hat and put it on her head. He pulled it down hard, so that it hid the glassy look in her eyes. He stood looking down at her. “I guess she looks okay now,” he said, scratching his head.
“I’ll be glad when we’ve got her out of here.”
Ackie nodded. “I guess we’ll get goin’ right away. I bet you evens she stiffens on us before we get her there.”
“I’ve had enough grief for one night. I ain’t taking bets with you.”
“Well, let’s go.”
We sat Blondie up and adjusted the short fox-fur cape over her shoulders that we had found with her clothes. It hid the bloodstains all right.
Ackie said quickly: “You’ll have to carry her… she’s too heavy for me.”
I put my arm round her waist and the other arm under her knees and lifted her off the bed. Make no mistake about it, that dame was heavy.
Ackie said: “Don’t be standoffish, madam, put your arm round his neck.”
I said: “If you don’t cut that line right out, I ain’t goin’.”