Olga gave Sam a scared glance, but said nothing.
Sam said, “Introduce me, you drunken rat.”
“Miss Shann, this is Sam McGuire.”
She still said nothing.
Alice came out of the bedroom, her dressing-gown wrapped tightly round her. Duffy went over to her. “This is Olga Shann,” he said. “She’s in a spot of trouble, so I brought her along.”
“Why, of course.” Alice put her hand on Olga’s arm. “Bill can sleep on the couch, you can have his room.”
Olga said, “But don’t you—?”
Duffy put the apple-jack on the table. “Wait a minute,” he interrupted. “A nice sleep is what you want, but I’ve got just a little question to ask you before you go.”
She turned to face him.
“Who was that guy that tried to get tough with you?”