He was wiping the glasses deliberately, and paused as though in some doubt before he went on. But Charlie made no effort to encourage him. Only in his eyes was a faint, growing smile, the meaning of which was not quite apparent.
“I left the order—with the dollars—same place,” O’Brien went on presently. “Same old spot,” he added with a grin.
Charlie’s smile had broadened. A whimsical humor was peeping out of his half-drunken eyes.
“Sure,” he nodded. “Same old spot.”
O’Brien set his glasses aside.
“I need it right away. I’d like it laid in my barn, ’stead of the—usual spot. I wrote that on my order. Makes it easier—with Fyles around.”
Again Charlie nodded.
“Sure,” he agreed briefly.
O’Brien found himself responding to the other’s smile.