“I think you could tell me yourself, if you wanted to.” “How are you going to make me want to?” Her eyes were inviting. “With all these people around,” I said, “how can I?” “That’s a thought,” she said, and sipped from her glass, watching me over it. Vannier stood up very slowly. His face was white. He put his hand inside his shirt and said slowly, between his teeth: “Get out, mugg. While you can still walk.” I looked at him in surprise. “Where’s your refinement?” I asked him. “And don’t tell me you wear a gun with your garden clothes.”
