His contempt for the little man was so great that he felt no diffidence in handling him
He surprised them both by barking, “Cut that out!”
When they jerked round to stare at him, he went on, sitting forward, his heavy face congested with blood, “She’s not going on the game, and you can keep off that subject if you know what’s good for you!”
Little Ernie’s eyes opened. “That’s all right, palsy,” he said hastily. “I was only having a bit of fun,” but he glanced at Cora uneasily and looked away.
Cora’s mouth tightened. “Don’t get excited,” she said, giving George a long, cold stare. “Ernie’s only trying to be helpful.” She looked at Little Ernie. “Don’t worry about him. He’s a bit jumpy. Now, be nice, Ernie. How about a flat?”
Little Ernie opened his mouth to say something, but caught the look in Cora’s eyes. He hesitated and then said, “For a week, eh? Well, per’aps. I’ll think about it.”
George hunched his great shoulder muscles. “You’d better do more than that,” he said. “We want a place. You’ll get your money all right. I’ve got plans.”
Little Ernie scratched his head. He was suddenly not quite sure of George. The gun, which continually caught his eye, lying on the mantelpiece, disturbed him This big, hulking fellow could be dangerous. It might he wise to get in with him, rather than antagonize him.
“You leave it to me,” he said. “I’ll fix you up tomorrow.” He got up and went over to the cocktail cabinet. “’Ave another drink?”
George shook his head. “No,” he said shortly. “I’ve had all I want.”