He drew in a deep breath, relaxed back on his pillow. His eyes had that ferocious glare reserved for caged tigers, otherwise he kept surprisingly calm.
“You’ll do this once too often, Cain,” he said, not moving his lips. “What’s the idea?”
“No idea,” I said. “I blew in because I was curious to know how you liked your little dip last night.”
He studied me for a long moment. “I didn’t like it,” he said, at last.
“Something told me you wouldn’t,” I said, grinning. “I must be getting clairvoyant. Well, brother, what are you going to do about it?” Without taking my eyes off him, I pulled out the copy of the Morni ng Star a nd handed it to him. “Take a gander at that. Our Ed. has cut himself a nice slice of publicity at your expense, hasn’t he?”
One look at the headlines brought Gomez up on his elbow. He was wearing mauve and white pyjamas. They didn’t suit his sallow complexion. What with one thing and another, he looked like hell. I bet he felt that way too.
His sudden move uncovered Lois. She didn’t seem to have anything on. She grabbed the sheet back, muttered under her breath, turned over.
Not wishing her to miss the fun, I pinched her toes again.
“Cut that out!” she snapped angrily, opened her eyes. She looked at me, stiffened, clutched Gomez. He threw her off, and went on reading the newspaper.
“Hi, Tutz,” I said, smiling at her. “Don’t froth up your cold cream. Me and Juan are in conference.”