“What is?”
“A woman has caught me with my pants down, shot me and made a getaway in my police car. I’m a hell of a looking spectacle right now.”
I caught Bertha’s eyes. “See if you can’t find him a towel to wrap around that arm, Bertha.”
“I’m doing all right,” Sellers said. “I’ll take care of myself. Get hold of a taxi, Bertha, and we’ll drive to Headquarters in that. Dammit, now I’m going to be the laughing stock of the whole department. Shot by a woman!”
I said, “Try and find a bath towel, Bertha.”
“A bath towel,” she said. “You don’t want to put anything around it. Just tie something above it the way he’s done. That handkerchief is working all right. It’ll stop the bleeding and…”
I said, “If I have to spell it out for you, try and find a bath towel that has KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT embroidered on it.”
“Well, why the hell didn’t you say so,” Bertha said.
“I’m saying so now,” I told her.
Sellers said angrily, “You get me a taxicab. Hell, I’ll get one myself.”