Callaghan drew on his cigarette.
'So he told you about it?' he asked.
She nodded.
'That's right,' she said. 'He told me about it.' She looked at him along her nose. She said: 'I wouldn't like to be Nicky. You'll get him all right. You'll pull it off.'
'So you said before,' said Callaghan. 'So I'm going to pull it off, am I?'
'Aren't you?' she asked. 'I've been hearing things about you. They tell me you always pull it off one way or another.'
Callaghan said: 'I don't do so badly— sometimes.'
She put her hand over his. It was soft and white. She had long artistic fingers. Her nails were well manicured.
She said: 'Look... I don't expect you to believe everything that I say. Why should you? But you will. You will when you know me a little bit better. When you know that all I want is to
