Sellers chuckled. “You aren’t kidding anybody, least of all, me.”
“Perhaps I’m kidding me.”
“Go ahead then.”
“Then quit interrupting.”
“When you quit stalling around, we’ll get down to brass tacks.”
“Who’s stalling?”
“You are.”
“Why should I stall?”
“Damned if I know,” Sellers said cheerfully. “It’s just a habit you have. Whenever the going gets tough and someone tries to pin you down, you get as elusive as the cherry in a cocktail.”
“You’re the one that’s stalling. Who’s the corpse?”