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I got just the place for me and you upstairs；〃 he said； 〃a room that's too little for you to fall down in。 I can bounce you around off the walls。 That way we won't be wasting a lot of time while you're getting up off the floor。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃I'll buy a drink。〃
〃That ain't a dumb idea；〃 Jeff agreed。
They drank again。
When Ned Beaumont had paid for the drinks Jeff turned him towards the stairs。 〃Excuse us； gents；〃 he said to the others at the bar； 〃but we got to go up and rehearse our act。〃 He patted Ned Beaumont's shoulder。 〃Me and my sweetheart。〃
They climbed two flights of steps and went into a small room in which a sofa； two tables； and half a dozen chairs were crowded。 There were some empty glasses and plates holding the remains of sandwiches on one table。
Jeff peered near…sightedly around the room and demanded： 〃Now where in hell did she go？〃 He released Ned Beaumont's wrist； took the arm from around his shoulders； and asked： 〃You don't see no broad here； do you？〃
〃No。〃
Jeff wagged his head up and down emphatically。 〃She's gone；〃 he said。 He took an uncertain step backwards and jabbed the bell…button beside the door with a dirty finger。 Then； flourishing his hand； he made a grotesque bow and said： 〃Set down。〃
Ned Beaumont sat down at the less disorderly of the two tables。
〃Set in any God…damned chair you want to set in；〃 Jeff said with another large gesture。 〃If you don't like that one； take another。 I want you to consider yourself my guest and the hell with you if you don't like it。〃
〃It's a swell chair；〃 Ned Beaumont said。
〃It's a hell of a chair；〃 Jeff said。 〃There ain't a chair in the dump that's worth a damn。 Look。〃 He picked op a chair and tore one of its front legs out。 〃You call that a swell chair？ Listen； Beaumont； you don't know a damned thing about chairs。〃 He put the chair down； tossed the leg on the sofa。 〃You can't fool me。 I know what you're up to。 You think I'm drunk； don't you？〃
Ned Beaumont grinned。 〃No； you're not drunk。〃
〃The hell I'm not drunk。 I'm drunker than you are。 I'm drunker than anybody in this dump。 i'm drunk as hell and don't think I'm not； but〃 He held up a thick unclean forefinger。
A waiter came in the doorway asking： 〃What is it； gents？〃
Jeff turned to confront him。 〃Where've you been？ Sleeping？ I rung for you one hour ago。〃
The waiter began to say something。
Jeff said： 〃I bring the best friend I got in the world up here for a drink and what the hell happens？ We have to sit around a whole Goddamned hour waiting for a lousy waiter。 No wonder he's sore at me。〃
〃What do you want？〃 the waiter asked indifferently。
〃I want to know where in hell the girl that was in here went to。〃
〃Oh； her？ She's gone。〃
〃Cone where？〃
〃I don't know。〃
Jeff scowled。 〃Well； you find out； and God…damned quick。 What's the idea of not knowing where she went？ If this ain't a swell joint where nobody〃 A shrewd light came into his red eyes。 〃I'll tell you what to do。 You go up to the ladies' toilet and see if she's there。〃
〃She ain't there；〃 the waiter said。 〃She went out。〃
〃The dirty bastard！〃 Jeff said and turned to Ned Beaumont。 〃What'd you do to a dirty bastard like that？ I bring you up here because I want you to meet her because I know you'll like her and she'll like you and she's too God…damned snotty to meet my friends and out she goes。〃
Ned Beaumont was lighting a cigar。 He did not say anything。
Jeff scratched his head； growled； 〃Well； bring us something to drink； then；〃 sat down across the table from Ned Beaumont； and said savagely： 〃Mine's rye。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Scotch。〃
The waiter went away。
Jeff glared at Ned Beaumont。 〃Don't get the idea that I don't know what you're up to； either；〃 he said angrily。
〃I'm not up to anything；〃 Ned Beaumont replied carelessly。 〃I'd like to see Shad and I thought maybe I'd find Whisky Vassos here and he'd send me to Shad。〃
〃Don't you think I know where Shad is？〃
〃You ought to。〃
〃Then why didn't you ask me？〃
〃All right。 Where is he？〃
Jeff slapped the table mightily with an open hand and bawled： 〃You're a liar。 You don't give a God…damn where Shad is。 It's me you're after。〃
Ned Beaumont smiled and shook his head。
〃It is；〃 the apish man insisted。 〃You know God…damned well that〃
A young…middle…aged man with plump red lips and round eyes came to the door。 He said： 〃Cut it out； Jeff。 You're making more noise than everybody else in the place。〃
Jeff screwed himself around in his chair。 〃It's this bastard；〃 he told the man in the doorway； indicating Ned Beaumont with a jerk of his thumb。 〃He thinks I don't know what he's up to。 I know what he's up to。 He's a heel and that's what he is。 And I'm going to beat hell out of him and that's what I'm going to do。〃
The man in the doorway said reasonably； 〃Well； you don't have to make so much noise about it；〃 winked at Ned Beaumont； and went away。
Jeff said gloomily： 〃Tim's turning into a heel too。〃 He spit on the floor。
The waiter came in with their drinks。
Ned Beaumont raised his glass； said； 〃Looking at you；〃 and drank。
Jeff said： 〃I don't want to look at you。 You're a heel。〃 He stared somberly at Ned Beaumont。
〃You're crazy。〃
〃You're a liar。 I'm drunk。 But I ain't so drunk that I don't know what you're up to。〃 He emptied his glass； wiped his mouth with the back of his hand。 〃And I say you're a heel。〃
Ned Beaumont； smiling amiably； said： 〃All right。 Have it your way。〃
Jeff thrust his apish muzzle forward a little。 〃You think you're smart as hell； don't you？〃
Ned Beaumont did not say anything。
〃You think it's a damned smart trick ing in here and trying to get me plastered so you can turn me up。〃
〃That's right；〃 Ned Beaumont said carelessly； 〃there is a murder…charge against you for bumping off Francis West； isn't there？〃
Jeff said： 〃Hell with Francis West。〃
Ned Beaumont shrugged。 〃I didn't know him。〃
Jeff said： 〃You're a heel。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃I'll buy a drink。〃
The apish man nodded solemnly and tilted his chair back to reach the bell…button。 With his finger on the button he said： 〃But you're still a heel。〃 His chair swayed back under him； turning。 He got his feet flat on the floor and brought the chair down on all fours before it could spill him。 〃The bastard！〃 he snarled； pulling it around to the table again。 He put his elbows on the table and propped his chin up on one fist。 〃What the hell do I care who turns me up？ You don't think they'd ever fry me； do you？〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Why not？ Jesus！ I wouldn't have to stand the rap till after election and then it's all Shad's。〃
〃Maybe。〃
〃Maybe hell！〃
The waiter came in and they ordered their drinks。
〃Maybe Shad would let you take the fall anyhow；〃 Ned Beaumont said idly when they were alone again。 〃Things like that have happened。〃
〃A swell chance；〃 Jeff scoffed； 〃with all I've got on him。〃
Ned Beaumont exhaled cigar…smoke。 〃What've you got on him？〃
The apish man laughed； boisterously； scornfully； and pounded the table with an open hand。 〃Christ！〃 he roared； 〃he thinks I'm drunk enough to tell him。〃
From the doorway came a quiet voice； a musical slightly Irish barytone： 〃Go on； Jeff； tell him。〃 S