McGuire shook his head sadly. He leant himself up against the wall. “I never met such a guy,” he said. “Can’t you take care of yourself once in a while?”
Duffy said, “Know the Plaza Wonderland Club?”
Sam shot a look at Alice. “I’ve heard of it.”
Alice said, “I knew you would. You know all the low clubs.”
Sam protested. “You got me wrong there,” he said violently; “I’ve never been there. I just heard of it from the boys.”
“I know.”
Sam groaned, “She’s always imagining things,” he complained to Duffy. “As if I’d be seen dead in one of those burgs.”
“You’re going to this one tonight,” Duffy said, turning the steak carefully.
Sam cocked his head. “Is that so?” he said. Again he looked at Alice.
She shrugged. “I suppose I’ll have to say yes,” she said.