I get up. I let my hands hang loose by my sides.
“Well, well, well, Paulette,” I say. “If I’ve gotta have it I reckon I’ll have it standin’ up. Maybe you’re not very keen on doin’ anythin’ for me, but there are two favors I would like to ask you. One is that I would like to have another shot of that bourbon of yours before I hand in my checks an’ the other thing is that I would like you some time or other to send my Federal badge to a dame in Oklahoma. I’ll give you the address. You don’t have to send it now. Send it in a year’s time if you like, but I sorta feel that I’d like her to have it.”
She laughs again.
“Just fancy now,” she says, “the tough ‘G’ man getting sentimental about a woman.”
I shrug my shoulders.
“That’s the way it is,” I say.
I turn round an’ I walk over to the sid
