chest.
âNo! No!â
âAll right,â I said. âIâll answer it myself.â
I untangled myself from her, got up and went into the passageway. She followed me. I tried again to persuade her to do the talking. She would not, although she didnât object to my talking. I would have liked it better if whoever was downstairs didnât learn that the woman wasnât alone. But she was too stubborn in her refusal for me to do anything with her.
âWell?â I said into the speaking-tube.
âWho the hell are you?â a harsh, deep-chested voice asked.
âWhat do you want?â
âI want to talk to Inés.â
âSpeak your piece to me,â I suggested, âand Iâll tell her about it.â
The woman, holding one of my arms, had an ear close to the tube.
âBillie, it is,â she whispered. âTell him that he goes away.â
âYouâre to go away,â I passed the message on.
âYeah?â the voice grew harsher and deeper. âWill you open the door, or will I bust it in?â
There wasnât a bit of playfulness in the question. Without consulting the woman, I put a finger on the button that unlocks the street door.
âWelcome,â I said into the tube.
âHeâs coming up,â I explained to the woman. âShall I stand behind the door and tap him on the skull when he comes in? Or do you want to talk to him first?â
âDo not strike him!â she exclaimed. âIt is Billie.â
That suited me. I hadnât intended putting the slug to himânot until I knew who and what he was, anyway. I had wanted to see what she would say.
VII
Billie wasnât long getting up to us. I opened the door when he rang, the woman standing beside me. He didnât wait for an invitation. He was through the doorway before I had the door half opened. He glared at me. There was plenty of him!
A big, red-faced, red-haired bale of a manâbig in any direction you measured himâand none of him was fat. The skin was off his nose, one cheek was clawed, the other swollen. His hatless head was a tangled mass of red hair. One pocket had been ripped out of his coat, and a button dangled on the end of a six-inch ribbon of torn cloth.
This was the big heaver who had been in the taxicab with the woman.
âWhoâs this mutt?â he demanded, moving his big paws toward me.
I knew the woman was a goof. It wouldnât have surprised me if she had tried to feed me to the battered giant. But she didnât. She put a hand on one of his and soothed him.
âDo not be nasty, Billie. He is a friend. Without him I would not this night have escaped.â
He scowled. Then his face straightened out and he caught her hand in both of his.
âSo you got away itâs all right,â he said huskily. âIâd a done better if weâd been outside. There wasnât no room in that taxi for me to turn around. And one of them guys crowned me.â
That was funny. This big clown was apologizing for getting mangled up protecting a woman who had scooted, leaving him to get out as well as he could.
The woman led him into the sitting-room, I tagging along behind. They sat on the bench. I picked out a chair that wasnât in line with the window the Whosis Kid ought to be watching.
âWhat did happen, Billie?â She touched his grooved cheek and skinned nose with her fingertips. âYou are hurt.â
He grinned with a sort of shamefaced delight. I saw that what I had taken for a swelling in one cheek was only a big hunk of chewing tobacco.
âI donât know all that happened,â he said. âOne of âem crowned me, and I didnât wake up till a coupla hours afterwards. The taxi driver didnât give me no help in the fight, but he was a right guy and knowed where his money would come from. He didnât holler or nothing. He took me around to a doc that wouldnât squawk,
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations