Chapter 12
It seemed that tonight was his night for visitors. McCloud had scarcely finished dressing when the doorbell rang. It kept on ringing, with a sort of rhythmic cadence, as though the ringer might be humming a tune to its accompaniment. McCloud went out and yanked the door open. He was not too surprised when his caller turned out to be Van Felix.
McCloud scowled at him. “Go away.”
“Who, me?” Felix was indignant. “A fine way to treat a man who has been wearing his feet down to the ankles for you!”
“I’ll bet,” McCloud said cynically.
“Well, I have,” Felix insisted. He moved into the room, a trifle unsteadily but with due regard to obstacles. He looked with patent disapproval at McCloud’s somewhat lumpy visage.
“Fighting again!”
McCloud made a bitter mouth. “Maybe that’s what y
