“Some. He liked to dance. Women seemed to like him.”
“How about men?”
“Most of the boys liked him.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh. Was he queer?” Pete frowned. “I’d damn near stake my life that he wasn’t.”
“You mean he didn’t practice it?”
“I don’t believe he even thought about it,” Pete said. “Course, you can’t tell what’s really goin’ on in a man’s mind, but—” His frown became a scowl. “Damn it, Mike, just because a man isn’t married by the time he’s thirty-five and practices Christian chastity while he’s single don’t necessarily mean he’s a damn fairy!”
“I didn’t say it did. I just wondered if you’d heard anything.”
“No more’n I’ve heard about you—who are in exactly the same position!”
“Exactly,” Mike agreed. “That’s what I wanted to know. Pete, if you’ve got it to spare, I’ll join you in that toast.”