Butch said, “Who taught you to punch like that?”
Dillon shrugged. “Never mind that. I’ve got things to talk to you about. Anyone else in this dump?”
Hogan shook his head. “My gal’s upstairs in bed. That’s all.”
“I’m goin’ to make some dough out of the town,” Dillon said. “You can come in on the ground floor if you want to.”
Butch stroked his nose. “Suppose you put the cards down an’ let me look at ’em,” he said at last.
Dillon lowered his voice. “I carried a gun for Nelson,” he said.
Crouched outside the door, Myra shivered a little.
Butch looked a little uneasy. “He was a hard guy,” he said.
“He was a mug,” Dillon said bitterly. “I’ve been under cover now some time. The heat’s off. Okay, I guess it’s time to move into the money again. How’s it feel?”
Butch said, “You ain’t tellin’ me this unless you knew right off I’d agree.”