Chapter Twenty-SevenThe Harbor Snuggery
“Satisfied?” Jake Burlick said to Tim.
Tim didn’t answer. He stared at Burlick with a dislike so strong that he almost felt sick at his stomach. It filled him with a queer ache to think that this foreheadless plug-ugly should know more about his wife’s goings-on than he did. All he wanted to do was hit him.
“I’m not satisfied,” said Mrs. Barrelforth. “Not by a long shot. How do we know Mrs. Ludlow wasn’t talking at pistol point? Where is this place, anyway?”
“What place?”
“The place you just phoned, naturally.”
“Look, lady,” said Burlick, “when you come in here, you said you wanted to be nice. I’ve tried to be nice, too. You got what you come for. Supposing you scram.”
“I propose to,” said Mrs. Barrelforth. “I propose to scram straight to wher
