“It’s a little note-book, full of ritzy names, and it don’t mean a thing to me.”
“So?”
“Yeah.” Duffy frowned at his reflection in the driving-screen. “It’s important. I know because I had to get tough with Annabel to get her to part. That dame scares me. She ain’t normal.”
“I thought you liked ’em that way.” Sam looked at him in surprise.
“Watch the road, dimwit,” Duffy said shortly. “You ought to see that dame. When she gets mad, she foams at the mouth.”
“Yeah?”
“She tried to knock me off,” Duffy said. “She’s screwy. There can’t be any other answer.”
Sam went past the City Hall slowly, then he swung into Park Row and pushed the pedal down again. “She needn’t be nuts to want to knock you off,” he said. “Suppose we stop for a drink?”
Duffy glanced at the time. It was barely nine o’clock.
“You’ll get a drink when we get there,” he said.