"Where?" demanded Tex. "Invite him over. I don't hold any grudges. They're good boys, all of 'em, the stinkers. Matt shot a quick glance at Lieutenant Wong and was dismayed to see the officer crooking a finger at him, beckoning. He got up and walked stiffly toward the officer.
"Dodson-"
"Yes, sir."
"Go back and tell Jarman to quiet down before I have to come over there and ask him what his name is."
"Uh-aye aye, sir!"
When he got back to the table, Tex was already quiet and appeared sobered but very much puzzled. Oscar's usually pleasant face was dark with anger. "What's the verdict?"
Matt reported. "I see. Wong's all right. Well, we got to get him out of here." Oscar flagged the waiter, then opened Tex's pouch and paid the bill.
He stood up. "Let's go. Pull yourself together, Tex, or I'll break your neck."
"Where to?" asked Matt.
"Into the 'fresher."