Page:Arthur Stringer - The Door of Dread.djvu/267

 his face was still wrinkled with its mildly contemptuous laughter.

"Say, kid, we can't afford to fight, us two!" he protested.

"We ain't goin' to fight!" announced Sadie.

"Then don't you lose any sleep about me tryin' to butt in on your love-affairs. I guess I've got troubles of my own!"

Sadie noticed that he eyed her closely as she lifted the beer to her lips and made a pretense of drinking it. Then she put down the glass with a sudden show of anger.

"But yuh can't help buttin' into my affairs so long as yuh're on this side of the Atlantic. And if yuh stay another two days in this burg yuh're goin' to butt into Sing-Sing!"

"Who'll put me there?" once more demanded Shindler. He was collected enough to light a cigarette.

"The guy who was tailin' yuh up to half an hour ago!"

She could see Shindler's face smiling through the smoke-cloud.

"Well, I guess I'm ready for that guy," he announced. Sadie watched him as he crossed the room