Dillon shook his head. “He’s out,” he said briefly.
“Too bad. I wanted to see Abe.” Gurney fidgeted a little. Dillon made him a little uneasy.
“Will he be long?” he said after a pause.
“Maybe.” Dillon began to edge away into the darkness of the store.
Gurney thought he’d try a little probing. He said: “You’re new around here.”
Dillon rubbed his forearm. He still looked at Gurney from under his eyelids. “You’re the guy who’s runnin’ Sankey, ain’t you?” he said.
Gurney swelled a little. “That’s me,” he said.
“What’s the matter with him?”
“Matter? Nothin’. What d’you mean?”
“You know. That guy’s gone yellow. What’s eatin’ him?”