Her voice relaxed into amusement and continued:
“You are an angel from God. Give me a cigarette!”
Without withdrawing his thumbs from his vest armholes, he pushed two fingers into a pocket and flipped his cigarette case onto the bed.
Sally’s eyes narrowed. Jumbo had a spell of his “scoop hysterics.” Something was up! She lit the new cigarette and remained silent.
The words splashed out of the man.
“Hell of a time getting in. No visitors. You ain’t lookin’ sick, Ferg. Sneaked up the porch stairs. Half hour stomach travel and five minutes walking. I ain’t got time to ask polite questions.
“Listen, Ferg. You been here long enough to get the dope. What is it? Come on, kid! What about this Cub Sterling? Bucks wants to....”
Sally kept his eyes on her body and fought for time.
“What? Who?”
“Bucks. In case you’ve forgot, Ferg, he’s City Editor of The Call and saving six columns on the front page for this Sterling story.”