"What makes you think I know anybody named Talese? Wait a minute! Talese! You mean Scarface Willy."
"Yes," said Heck.
The next thing that happened happened so fast that Heck hardly knew he was the target of a well-coordinated wrestling attack. Two big hands caught him. A big leg got behind him. He fell down. A big body fell on top of him, squeezing the wind out of his lungs. He looked bleary-eyed into Johnny The Cat's face.
"So!" Johnny The Cat cried exultantly. "So!"
"Wh—what's the matter?" Heck managed.
"As if you didn't know, pal. Get up!"
"That's impossible. You're on top of me."
Johnny The Cat got up. He propelled Heck to his feet and got his right arm in a hammerlock, forcing it up between his shoulder blades. "So," he said, "old Willy was right."
"R—right about what?"
"No rough stuff here, please," Ada said. "Only in the ring."