Dillon scowled. “That dame don’t count,” he said coldly. “She’s gettin’ big ideas, an’ she’s goin’ to get a surprise one of these days.”
Roxy looked startled. “I like Myra,” he mumbled. “She’s got what it takes.”
Dillon shrugged, and stood up. “When I’m ready, I’ll tell you,” he said. “Can I count on you?”
Roxy said, “Sure, you can count me in. I’ve been waiting for a break like this for some time. I guess I was too cautious when I was runnin’ around with Fan. You seen her, by the way?”
Dillon shot him a quick, suspicious glance. “I ain’t seen her,” he said.
Roxy sat down on the edge of the table. “Listen, Bud,” he said evenly. “Don’t let’s start this game with a double-cross. I ain’t sore you pinched Fan from me. I miss her just like I’d miss a deck of cards I got used to, but that’s all.”
Dillon clenched his fists. His eyes gleamed at Roxy. “You been checkin’ up on me?” he said, a gritty sound in his voice.
Roxy said hastily, “Hell! I wouldn’t do a thing like that. I just heard—”
Dillon said, “It’d better get no further. I don’t want that little bag Myra gettin’ ideas about Fan.”
Roxy shook his head. “She ain’t dumb,” he said thoughtfully. “You watch her. She’ll get on to it.”