Duffy lay on the floor, his knees drawn up to his chin. After they had been gone some time, he began to sob a little.
CHAPTER V
A VOICE SAID, “What a guy!”
Duffy forced one swollen eyelid back and tried to see who it was. A blurred figure was standing over him. He thought it might be Joe again, so he shut his eye and lay still.
“Bill!”
That wasn’t Joe, he thought; it sounded like McGuire. Duffy raised his head painfully. “I think you’ve come a little late,” he said with a faint groan.
McGuire said, “My Gawd!” and meant it. “What the hell have you been doing with yourself?”
Duffy turned a little to the wall.. He wasn’t quite ready for any bright talk. “Gimme a break,” he said faintly.
McGuire was so upset and astonished, he just stood gaping at Duffy. Then he looked round the room, seeing the overturned furniture, the mess of the blood, and the blood-smears on the wall. “What’s been going on round here? Jeeze! This looks as if a massacre came off not so long ago.”
Duffy said through his clenched teeth, “ME, I’m it.”