“A bottle somewhere. But mind your step! Don’t monkey with the stuff beyond normal. You know what I mean.”
“Sure! Only a peg or two, after all this psalm-singing!”
“I know, Flint. But this game is no joke. You know what happened in town? Morrissy was near croaked.”
Flint’s face lost some of its gayety.
“Oh, I know how to handle the stuff! See you later.”
Cleigh decided to see what the girl’s temper was, so he entered the passage on the full soles of his shoes. He knocked on her door.
“Miss Norman?”
“Well?”
That was a good sign; she was ready to talk.