"H'are yeh?" he said, sidling towards him.
Greg hardened himself against the grin. "By God, you have a cheek!" said he.
Hickey jerked his head towards the flivver. "What have you done with—you know—It?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"It's disposed of," said Greg grimly.
"And a good job too!" said Hickey with undisguised relief. "I knew you had a head on you," he added propitiatingly.
"Oh you did, did you? You and I have got a long account to settle, old fellow!"
"Aw, be nice," said Hickey cajolingly. "What have you got to grouse about? You've got the flivver, haven't you? I've got nothing."
"Where's the two hundred you got from me?"
Hickey blew into the empty air. "Gone! Just like that! I'm cleaned out."
"Booze?"