“I’m getting out of here.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” she said; “you’re staying.”
He shook his head impatiently. “I ain’t getting you mixed up in this. There’s a rap for you, if they find me here.”
She said, with determination, “Don’t get tough. You’re staying.”
He shut his eyes. “Okay,” he said weakly. “Just for a little while.”
She bent over and kissed his hot forehead. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
He lifted his lids with an effort. “I started this… I guess it had to finish like this.” Then, remembering, he said urgently, “Look in my coat. There ought to be some dough there.”
She went over and gingerly examined the coat’. “Nothing here,” she said.
His mouth twisted. “Schultz got it,” he said. The effort to worry was too much for him, and he closed his eyes.
She said, “Try and sleep.”