Sam swung along at his side. “What’s the hurry, for God’s sake? You got a date with someone?”
“No, but I got to get me some exercise. Come on, get going.”
“You ain’t said where you’re going,” Sam said.
“First I’m going back to my joint, then I’m going to find out something about Cattley.”
“Why Cattley, for the love of mike?”
“Just that; I don’t know. Maybe, I’ve got a hunch. Cattley’s at the bottom of this, and I want to find out quite a bit about him. I want to find out why he was rubbed out. When I find that out, I guess I’ll be pretty close to his killer. Okay, when I find his killer, I’ll find the camera.”
Sam stopped at the corner. “Well, I can’t run around with you all day. I’ve got a living to make. Now, soldier, you’re coming back to us tonight, ain’t you?”
“Listen, Sam, you’re swell, and Alice’s swell. You’re both swell, but from now on, you keep out of this. I’m going my own little way, without you two popping your heads into anything I might stir up.”
Sam groaned. “I love you like this; just a big selfish playboy. You have the fun and we’re just to sit round to put on the adhesive tape. Listen, mug, we’re both in this, get it?”
Duffy grinned. It still hurt him to grin, but he grinned. “I’ll be along,” he said, “I get it.”