A heavy step sounded outside then the door was kicked open. The three in the room turned their heads and looked. Dillon was cool, but Myra’s nerves were jumpy. Two big men stood in the doorway, their eyes watchful. Dillon thought they looked a couple of real tough birds.
“Hello, boys,” Roxy said from the couch. He kept his hands in his lap. “I guess you ain’t lookin’ for me?”
One of them wandered into the room, leaving the other by the door. He said. “Get up when you talk to me.”
Roxy got up quickly and took off his hat. He looked hard at the Federal and grinned a little uneasily. “Why, if it ain’t Mr. Strawn,” he said. “Ain’t seen you for a long time.”
Strawn went over to him and patted his pockets. “Where’s your rod?” he asked.
Roxy shrugged his shoulders. “You got me wrong,” he said. “I don’t tote a rod. You know me, boss; I wouldn’t do a thing like that.”
Strawn said, “That line don’t get you nowhere, so lay off it.”
He looked at Dillon. Then he glanced over to the other dick. “Seen this monkey before?” he asked.
The other dick shook his head.
Strawn walked over to Dillon. “Who’re you an’ what you doin’ around here?”