Otto leaned across the counter and ordered:
“Fut ... frightened you, Docturr?”
The boy put down the cup.
“Hell!” he strode toward the door, “I ain’t frightened. It was a nigger baby with a severed head. It just got my guts ... that’s all...!”
When he was gone Otto turned to Matt Higgins, shrugged and smiled.
“Hiss iss ... fear!” he said.
Then leaning upon the counter he asked:
“Vy did you cum Vest?”
Matt looked him straight in the eyes and replied:
“I’m a New York gangster, on vacation, come to see my kid brother interning at the hospital.”