"Now, look, fella," he said soothingly, turning back to Mario, "let's cut out all this nonsense before someone gets hurt."
Mario came toward him, his putty face impassive. Evelyn started from the shadows.
"You're not going to kill him?" she cried. "Mario!"
"No, Mario!" Fleetwood said with a feeling of complete madness. "No. You musn't get yourself worked up like this!"
"Shut up!" Mario snapped. "Maybe you gave out the invitations, honey, but it's still my party."
"You said you wouldn't!" Evelyn said. "You promised, Mario!"
"Yes, Mario," Fleetwood murmured worriedly, staring at the gun, "you promised."
"How stupid can you broads get?" Mario sneered. "You think I'm going to let him talk?"
"No, Mario! No!"
"She's right, Mario," Fleetwood said, nodding in vigorous accord. "You should listen to her. Besides I won't talk. I wouldn't even know what to say."