"Not from what I'm going to give him. He tried the half-nelson on me earlier in the evening and got turned down."
"Well, I had to tell him the strangle hold was barred, myself," remarked Dee. "He must have had a busy evening."
"Thinks he's a boa-constrictor, does he?" commented the beauty viciously. "He'll think he's an apple-worm when he reads my few well-chosen words."
"Cordially invited not to come back?"
"Something of that sort."
"That was a pretty husky punch, though," mused Dee. "Con, you don't suppose he fed the Scrub any of it?"
"Yes, he did."
"Dirty work!" Lighting a cigarette Dee took a few puffs, but without inhaling. "Going to tell Mona?" The two older girls habitually spoke of their mother and sometimes to her by her given name.
"I don't know. What do you think?"