“I’m just going,” Dolores said, turning to smile at him. Her eyes encountered Ferrari’s sunken, gleaming orbs, and her smile stiffened. “I — I was just getting some money.” She had never been confused before in her life, but this ghastly looking dwarf who stared at her with eves that seemed to undress her frightened her.
“Come in, come in.” Gollowitz said, trying to sound hearty. “Okay, Dolly. If there’s any little thing I can do while Jack’s away…”
Dolores nodded and walked to the door. She had to pass Ferrari, and she instinctively walked around him in a semicircle rather than get too near him.
Ferrari eyed her over, stared at her long legs, then ran his bony finger down his nose.
When she had closed the door behind her, he said, “Who’s the twist?”
“That’s Mrs. Maurer,” Seigel told him. “Didn’t you know?”
Ferrari lifted his eyebrows and came over to an armchair near the desk and sat down. He wriggled himself into the chair until his feet hung a few inches from the ground.
“Looks like Maurer takes care of his nights as well as his days,” he said, and his thin mouth curled into a leering smile.
“What’s the news?” Gollowitz asked abruptly, his face flushing.
“The news?” Ferrari repeated, staring at him. “Well, it’s okay. Weiner goes tonight.” He folded his claw-like hands in his lap. “At ten sharp.”