Ernie sat like a stuffed monkey, his eyes gleaming a little brighter. She lifted her long skirts to her knees and pulled off a pretty fair high kick. Ernie took his hand out of his lap and scratched the side of his face. He got out of the chair and she swayed over to him, wrapping her long arms round his neck.
Dillon thought they looked bad. She was a head taller than Ernie, and with her back turned to the window, Ernie disappeared from sight.
The others in the room watched with interest. One or two of the other women giggled, but they didn’t get smart. Dillon reckoned that Ernie wouldn’t stand for much, and he was right.
Maybe Ernie was a little guy, but he was right in the right places. He took the blonde by the arm and shoved her out of the room. The door closed behind them.
Dillon cursed softly. He turned his head and looked at Roxy. “Now what?” he said through his teeth. “Where the hell’s that guy gone to?”
Roxy shrugged. He felt relieved. “I guess he’s goin’ to lay that dame,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe we’d better take it on the lam.”
“I’m goin’ to get that guy, if I have to stay here all night,” Dillon returned. “Shut up, an’ let me do the talkin’.”
Roxy relapsed into gloomy silence. He glanced down into the dark street, but he couldn’t see anything. Dillon suddenly clutched his arm. Roxy turned his head quickly. A light had sprung up on the next landing.
“They’ve gone up there,” Dillon said. “Ain’t that a break?”
Without waiting for Roxy to say anything, he climbed up on to the next landing.