“Get that punk dressed,” Flaggerty said, “and watch him.” The two cops and the two plain-clothes dicks convoyed me into the bedroom. “Are we going to have a swell time with you when we get you to headquarters?” one of the plain-clothes dicks said. He was a massive guy with a red, rubbery face and hard green eyes.
His name was Hyams. The other dick was thin and dyspeptic. He had a long red nose and his ears were so big they made him look a taxi-cab with its doors wide open. They called him Solly.
“I hope I have a good time too,” I said, smiling at them.
The copper who’d slapped me dug me in the ribs with his night-stick. “Get dressed, wise guy,” he said. “I’m one of the boys who’ll work over you.”
I climbed into my clothes. They went over each garment before handing it to me. They weren’t taking any chances.
Solly said, “I hope Flaggerty lets me handle that diz.”
“He’ll handle her himself,” Hyams said. “But, I’d like to be a fly on the wall.”
“What a break!” Solly exclaimed, licking his lips. “Fancy taking a tutz with her build to pieces.”
“Yeah, and legally at that,” Hyams said.
They grinned at each other.