“Yes, part of our show.”
“And those were real Chinks—hatchet men?”
“Yep—we always work with real stuff.”
“We ought to have recognized you,” went on George, “we’ve seen you often enough in the pictures and the press, but the distance was too big, besides looking from a distance you gave us the impression—we saw you throw yourself down.”
“I was showing Mr. Althusen a pose,” said Tommie.
“Althusen?”
“The producer.”
“Was that the man playing the guitar by the fire?”
“Yep.” Her eyes still blazed strangely. Hank thought she was going to fly out at them.