Olga came over and tore off the tissue wrapping round the bottle and flipped up the patent stopper. She splashed three inches of whisky into each glass.
Duffy said, “To us,” and they drank.
“We’re feeding at the ‘Red Ribbon’ tonight.”
She added some ginger ale to the whisky.
“And then…?”
“Gleason might bring the dough. I think he will. If he does, we get in the Buick and get out of town quick.”
“And the lists?”
He nodded. “Sure, I ain’t forgotten them. I’m going to collect right now. I’ll be gone about half an hour. You change. Put on something you can travel in.”
She came over to him and put her arms tightly round his neck.
“What’s this?” he asked.