“You takin’ the bus out tonight?” he asked, wiping his oily hands on a bit of waste.
She managed to look fairly bright, and to say, “Yes, please,” nicely, but it cost her a lot.
Duffy stood just inside the elevator, watching. The little runt bounced off into the darkness, and they heard him start up an engine. Duffy told himself that the engine was powerful all right. A minute later, the attendant brought round a big Cadillac, just with the parkers on. He brought the car round in a sweep, nailing it just where Annabel was standing. Duffy thought it was a nice piece of driving. It was.
The attendant dusted off the seat and held the door open for Annabel. Duffy might not have been there. He polished the wind-screen.
Annabel got in and slammed the door to. Duffy took hold of the trunk and looked at the attendant.
“Lend me some of your muscle,” he said.
The little runt was willing enough, but he was not much help. Duffy was sweating by the time they had fixed the trunk to the grid.
“She goin’ away?” the attendant asked.
“Naw,” Duffy returned, testing the straps. “Just getting rid of some books.”
“It’s mighty late.”