“Well, maybe I’ll go buy a drink,” he said. “No harm in that, is there?”
He opened the car door and we walked across the road, up the steps into the brightly-lit hall.
No one took any notice of us. We went to the bar. The-barman nodded to Davis and set up a bottle. He seemed to know Davis.
We had a couple of snorts before a thin little man with polished black hair, polished black eyes and a paper-thin mouth came out from behind a curtain and joined us.
“’Lo, Sansotta,” Davis said, tipping his hat. “Here’s a pal of mine who’s blown in looking for a good time. George, this is Sansotta, I was telling you about.”
I nodded to the little man, thinking he looked a tough egg in spite of his size.
“Hi yah,” I said. “Glad to know you.”
He nodded. His puss didn’t reveal anything.
“Nice town you have here,” I said, like I thought he owned the burg.
“Fair,” he said, looking around the room. His eyes were continually on the move.