Clovis said: “I always do what I promise…well…most of the time.” She smiled at him. It was an odd smile.
Shakkey walked over to the wash-stand; began to bathe his face in cold water. When he was through he said: “That was some hooch you sent around. For Crissake…! I ain’t never drunk stuff like that. It was like somebody had made it in the bath-tub. I’m tellin’ you that a Mickey Finn was a clover-leaf cocktail compared with that stuff.”
She said: “It wasn’t very tough. I knew he’d never talk unless he was half-cut. And that guy could always drink liquor and remember to keep his mouth shut.”
Shakkey said: “You don’t like the guy. You don’t like Rene…hey?”
She said: “No… I don’t like him. I don’t have to like him.” There was a pause. Then: “Well…what did he say? What’s he going to do? Wh
