CHAPTER 16Once the phone rang. He rolled over, refusing its summons, and went to sleep again. It was a little after six when a hand shook him awake. He struggled up through many gray layers. From far off he heard: “Jimmy’s broken. Busted into pieces all over the place. Hoo, what a devil you are, my friend!”
Kintyre sat up, feeling sticky. Yamamura gave him a lighted cigarette and he took a few puffs. “Okay,” he said.
The early sunlight and the rushing sound of early traffic whetted him as he left the cottage, until he went clear-brained to the shivering, screaming thing on the pool table and said: “I’ll take the blindfold off when you’ve talked. Not before.”
“Let me go, let me go, let me see!” wept O’Hearn.
“Shut up or I’ll leave you for another day or two,” said Kintyre.
O’Hearn gasp
