Dillon said distinctly, “It’s mighty hot round here. I guess it’s cooler inside.”
Miss Benbow looked at them suspiciously. “Where you from?” she snapped.
Dillon growled, “Suppose we come in an’ talk? I’m gettin’ wet.”
The negress hesitated, then stepped to one side. “Come in,” she said.
They stepped into the dark shop and waited in the darkness until Miss Benbow had shot the bolt, then she turned on the electric light, and they blinked at her.
“Now then,” she said suspiciously, “where you from?”
“Plattsville,” Dillon said.
“Who sent you here?”
Dillon said softly, “You heard of a guy called Nelson?”
Miss Benbow nodded. “Sure,” she said, “I knew Nelson.”