I shrugged.
“What are you doin’ here?” he asked.
I grinned. “That’s an easy one,” I said. “What the hell would any man be doin’ here?”
Katz pushed his hat at the back of his head and leant against the wall. He put a finger and thumb in his vest-pocket and took out a toothpick. He put the toothpick in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully.
“If you don’t like to talk straight,’ he said, “it’s goin’ to be tough for you.”
I said: “Be your age, Katz. You can’t get that way with me. I could make this town so hot for you that you’d have to take a powder quick.”
Katz shifted the toothpick. “You’re all washed up,” he said. “You ain’t nothin’. Suppose you get wise an’ talk? What are you doin’ here?”
The bathroom door opened and Blondie came in. She’d done some good work and she was looking more herself. Her eyes still glinted dangerously and she stood in the doorway, watching us.
I shrugged. “I guess I’ll be on my way,” I said, getting to my feet.
Katz said: “Sit down.” There was a threat in his voice.