The little guy was very cautious, he did not get too close to Duffy. He said with a thin smile, “You surprised him.”
Duffy said, “I don’t care about that. I came to see Morgan.”
The little guy turned his head to speak to Clive. “You heard him?” he said. “He came to see Morgan.”
Duffy reached forward and grabbed the little guy by the coat-front. His eyes were like granite. “Cut this circus stuff of yours out.”
The little guy pushed an automatic hard into Duffy’s vest. “Don’t get tough, Mister,” he said.
Duffy took his hand away, and stepped back a little. He said, “Put that rod up and use your head.”
The little guy said to Clive, “Tell Morgan.”
Duffy stood there watching the little guy thoughtfully.
The little guy said hopefully, “You ain’t going to start trouble, are you ?”
Duffy shook his head. “Your daffodil went for her gun,” he said. “I wouldn’t stand for a thing like that.”