Aryrn gave me a quick hug and pushed me away. “Look out of the window,” she said, “I have to undress.”
I hadn’t turned my back for ten seconds when the door opened and Clancy walked in.
“So she’s dead, eh?” he said, “well, Bud, I’m sorry.”
I took a quick look at the bed and then stiffened. Myra and Arym were lying side by side, their blonde heads sharing the same pillow. Even though I knew what was happening, the sight unnerved me.
Clancy saw them at the same time. He blinked and passed his hand over his eyes. Then he had another look and went pale.
“She looks nice, doesn’t she?” I said, deciding to bluff.
Clancy made gurgling noises. Beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead. He moved closer to the bed and stared. “Yeah,” he said, in a cracked voice, “but it ain’t the kind of thing I want to see every day.”
“Nor do I,” I said feelingly, “but she does look happy.”
“That’s more than I do,” Clancy said, supporting himself against the bed rail, “my eyesight’s giving me a little trouble. You wouldn’t say there are two dames in that bed, would you?”
“No,” I said firmly, “I wouldn’t say that at all.”