XVIII“I want to talk to you, Dolan,” he said. “Get lost, will you?” That was to me.
“She stays or I don’t,” Ginny Dolan said. “I don’t like people that drink too much. If you want to talk to me you can talk right now.”
“You want her spilling everything she knows about you all over town?” Edson Field looked her up and down. “She’ll kick you out when she finds out you’re a crook, Dolan.”
“I am not a crook.”
He put his hand out, palm up. “Kick in.” You so seldom see people really sneer that it sounds melodramatic to say it, but that’s what Edson Field was doing then. “Turn ’em over, and it’s a trade.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
She said it so quickly that I saw she evidently did know. I saw the wary flicker in her eyes as he laughed. The little color she had left in her face had disa
