“Say do you always talk like that, or is it just business?”
He threw back his head and laughed.
“Poor old Gus, I always said he had a streak of luck in him.”
The wail of a child crept thinly through the partition into the room.
“What’s that?”
“It’s only the baby.... The little wretch dont do nothin but squall.”
“So you’ve got children Mrs. McNiel?” The thought chilled him somehow.
“Juss one ... what kin ye expect?”
“Is it the Emergency Hospital?”
“Yes I reckon they’ll let you see him as it’s a matter of business. He’s groanin somethin dreadful.”