Ackie said, “You get one side, I’ll handle the other.”
We got her under the arms and ran across the pavement with her. I had to take her up the stairs, there wasn’t room for the three of us. I can tell you when I reached her bedroom I was mighty glad.
Ackie said behind me, “Put her in a chair. She’ll sit more natural that way.”
Then the bathroom door opened quickly and Katz slid into the room. He took just one look at me and went for his gun.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
IF A GUY PULLS a rod on you in a small room and starts popping at you, there is only one thing to do, apart from saying your prayers. You’ve got to start throwing anything you can lay hands on at him as hard and as fast as you can.
Well, there I was stuck in the doorway with Blondie like a marble statue in my arms. Ackie was right behind me, but he couldn’t do anything, not only because he was still pretty tight, but because I was in his way.
I did the best thing I could do under the circumstances. I didn’t like doing it, but when it’s a question of stopping slugs or doing the right thing, I don’t think much about behaviour. I tossed Blondie across the room into Katz’s face.
Just try tossing a big dame like Blondie across a room and see how you get on. I put everything I had into that heave and she went all right. She hit Katz where he kept his dinner, and he went over on the bed just like a shell had hit him.
Blondie bounced off him on to the floor, where she lay on her side in a sitting position, looking like a waxwork figure who’d fallen off its chair.