she’s already a little high. The way she’s acting, she’s a push-over, but maybe she’s playing me for a sucker.”
“Not you, Louis,” Dolores said mockingly. “Anyone else but you. I’m sure she’s just dying to feel your manly arms round her and your passionate breath against her cheek. Who wouldn’t?”
Seigel’s face went a dusky red and a look of vicious fury jumped into his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself in time.
“Go away, Dolly,” Maurer said without looking round. “I’ve had enough of you tonight. Go home!”
Dolores slid off her stool, picked up her ermine wrap she had thrown carelessly over the back of a chair and walked across the room, trailing the wrap behind her. She moved slowly, a little smile on her red lips, and she swayed her hips slightly, attracting the attention of Gollowitz and Seigel who both watched her with intent expressions. As she passed Seigel, she wrinkled her nose at him.
“Good night, Abe,” she said at the door.
“Good night,” Gollowitz said with a little bow. He was careful not to look at her nor to let Maurer see the anger in his eyes.
“Good night, Louis,” she said.
“Oh, get out!” Maurer exclaimed angrily. “We’re busy!”
“And good night, darling.”