“What are you doin’ around here?” he asked after we had got through with the back-slapping.
“Been staying at Colonel Kennedy’s lodge,” T told him. “Just taking a run into town.’”
He glanced over at the car. At that minute Ackie rolled the window down and stuck his head out. “Hey, Nick,” he bawled, “watch this dame.”
Flanaghan took a step forward. “Well, if it ain’t that old son-of-a-gun from the Globe,” he said.
Ackie gaped at him. “H’yah,” he said feebly. “Who thought you’d be around?”
“Who’s the dame?” Flanaghan asked. He had always been a great guy for the dames.
Ackie glanced at me. This had sobered him a little. “You don’t have to worry about her,” he said, keeping his voice down. “She’s cock-eyed.”
“How do you mean, cock-eyed? You mean she’s stiff?”
Ackie jerked his head at me. “Did you tell him?” he asked in a croaking voice.
I said, “Mo means she’s a little tight.”