She said in a small voice, “You’ll be careful?”
Duffy turned his head, and said with elaborate astonishment, “Why, sure, we’re going to have a good time.”
She got from her chair and walked over to him. “Save it, Bill. You’re poking your nose into this murder business.”
Duffy shrugged. “This won’t amount to much,” he explained. “I’ve got a line on Cattley’s girl friend. She might turn in some information. This business puzzles me. There is a lot I don’t get. Maybe I’ve been a bit hasty, hiding up that rat. I don’t know. This Annabel broad ain’t nice. She’s dangerous.”
“I wish you hadn’t anything to do with it. Sam’s worried too.”
Duffy put on his hat. “I gotta see it through now. Don’t you worry about Sam, I won’t get him into anything.”
“I’m worrying about you.”
“Forget it,” he pleaded; “it’s going to come out okay.”
She went with him to the door. “I don’t want to be a fuss.”
He patted her shoulder. “You’re swell,” he said. “It’ll be all right.”