Duffy sank back on the couch. He was glad to.
McGuire poured him out another Scotch, and after that he felt his strength coming back.
“Suppose you tell me what happened?”
“Sure. I ran into three toughs who pushed me around.”
McGuire shook his head.
“Do you want me to call in the cops?”
“This ain’t for the cops.”
“Okay, what now?”
“What’s the time?”
“It’s getting on for ten o’clock.”