"Hello, Bill," said the Lieutenant.
Guth was as big as the Lieutenant and more powerful. He would have been handsome, but his mouth had been torn in some obscure street-fight, and the scar from this wound carried the line of his lips to the left corner of his jaw-bone.
"How're you, Lieutenant?" he replied.
Donovan resumed his study of the table.
"What's Reddy Rawn doin' these days?" he presently continued.
Guth shifted his weight from one leg to the other. As much as that scar would permit, he smiled, the right corner of his mouth shooting upward and the left turning down.
"Well," he said, "you know how it is. I warned him he'd got to keep in the quiet ever since that night him and the Kid shot-up Crab Rotello for tryin' to steal Reddy's girl."
"Rotello's still in Bellevue, ain't he?"
"Won't be out for near a month yet."
"He hasn't squealed?"