“What the hell does she want?” Roxy said, walking to the door and jerking it open.
Miss Benbow came in. Her white teeth glittered like piano keys. Roxy shut the door and turned the key again. “What’s the trouble?” he asked, tossing the cigarette-butt into the fireplace.
Miss Benbow nodded to Fanquist. “You’ve got neighbours,” she said. “They’re new… I ain’t seen ’em before.”
Roxy looked a little startled. “They okay?” he asked sharply.
“I guess so,” Miss Benbow said. “They knew how to get in. He’s called Dillon.”
“Dillon? Why, that guy’s been out of the game for a long time. You remember Dillon?” Roxy looked over at Fanquist.
“Sure, I remember hearin’ of him. A mean guy. A guy who don’t smoke or drink or have a girl is a mean guy.”
Roxy grinned. “That’s what you say.”
Miss Benbow moved a little restlessly. “There’s something about those two I don’t like. The broad is just a kid, but she’s bad. She’s got a cold little face that I wouldn’t like to wake up an’ find on my pillow. The guy’s big an’ tough. He makes me uneasy.”
Fanquist looked interested. “This guy, is he handsome?”