"This is the Chicago guy," Johnny The Cat declared.
Ada came over and slapped Heck's face. I can teleport, Heck thought in despair, but it wouldn't do any good. The Cat was holding him. "I've never been to Chicago in my life," Heck protested.
"Not much you ain't," said Johnny The Cat.
"Well, I haven't."
"You might as well admit it. You're Little Hymie. Well, ain't you?"
"No," said Heck. "I'm Hector Finch of Hector Finch, We Sell Anything."
"You're Little Hymie and you come here to rub out Scarface Willy. That Willy now, he's smart. He figures the knock-out boy has got to find him first, see? So he sends his troopers—"
"Troopers?"
"Like me, stupid. He sends us out on our usual business, figuring you, Little Hymie, would come looking for him by finding us."