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From the doorway came a quiet voice； a musical slightly Irish barytone： 〃Go on； Jeff； tell him。〃 Shad O'Rory stood in the doorway。 His grey…blue eyes looked somewhat sadly at Jeff。
Jeff squinted his eyes merrily at the man in the doorway and said： 〃How are you； Shad？ e in and set down to a drink。 Meet Mr。 Beaumont。 He's a heel。〃
O'Rory said softly： 〃I told you to stay under cover。〃
〃But； Jesus； Shad； I was getting so's I was afraid I'd bite myself！ And this joint's under cover； ain't it？ It's a speakeasy。〃
O'Rory looked a moment longer at Jeff； then at Ned Beaumont。 〃Good evening； Beaumont。〃
〃'Lo； Shad。〃
O'Rory smiled gently and； indicating Jeff with a tiny nod； asked： 〃Get much out of him？〃
〃Not much I didn't already know；〃 Ned Beaumont replied。 〃He makes a lot of noise； but all of it doesn't make sense。〃
Jeff said： 〃I think you're a pair of heels。〃
The waiter arrived with their drinks。 O'Rory stopped him。 〃Never mind。 They've had enough。〃 The waiter carried their drinks away。 Shad O'Rory came into the room and shut the door。 He stood with his back against it。 He said： 〃You talk too much； Jeff。 I've told you that before。〃
Ned Beaumont deliberately winked at Jeff。
Jeff said angrily to him： 〃What the hell's the matter with you？〃
Ned Beaumont laughed。
〃I'm talking to you； Jeff；〃 O'Rory said。
〃Christ； don't I know it？〃
O'Rory said： 〃We're ing to the place where I'm going to stop talking to you。〃
Jeff stood op。 〃Don't be a heel； Shad；〃 he said。 〃What the hell？〃 He came around the table。 〃Me and you've been pals a long time。 You always were my pal and I'll always be yours。〃 He put his arms out to embrace O'Rory； lurching towards him。 〃Sure； I'm smoked； but〃
O'Rory put a white hand on the apish man's chest and thrust him back。 〃Sit down。〃 He did not raise his voice。
Jeff's left fist whipped out at O'Rory's face。
O'Rory's head moved to the right； barely enough to let the fist whip past his cheek。 O'Rory's long finely sculptured face was gravely posed。 His right hand dropped down behind his hip。
Ned Beaumont flung from his chair at O'Rory's right arm； caught it with both hands； going down on his knees。
Jeff； thrown against the wall by the impetus behind his left fist； now turned and took Shad O'Rory's throat in both hands。 The apish face was yellow； distorted； hideous。 There was no longer any drunkenness in it。
〃Got the roscoe？〃 Jeff panted。
〃Yes。〃 Ned Beaumont stood up； stepped back holding a black pistol leveled at O'Rory。
O'Rory's eyes were glassy； protuberant； his face mottled； turgid。 He did not struggle against the man holding his throat。
Jeff turned his head over his shoulder to grin at Ned Beaumont。 The grin was wide； genuine； idiotically bestial。 Jeff's little red eyes glinted merrily。 He said in a hoarse good…natured voice： 〃Now you see what we got to do。 We got to give him the works。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃I don't want anything to do with it。〃 His voice was steady。 His nostrils quivered。
〃No？〃 Jeff leered at him。 〃I expect you think Shad's a guy that'll forget what we done。〃 He ran his tongue over his lips。 〃He'll forget。 I'll fix that。〃
Grinning from ear to ear at Ned Beaumont； not looking at the man whose throat he held in his hands； Jeff began to take in and let out long slow breaths。 His coat became lumpy over his shoulders and back and along his arms。 Sweat appeared on his ugly dark face。
Ned Beaumont was pale。 He too was breathing heavily and moisture filmed his temples。 He looked over Jeff's lumpy shoulder at O'Rory's face。
O'Rory's face was liver…colored。 His eyes stood far out； blind。 His tongue came out blue between bluish lips。 His slender body writhed。 One of his hands began to beat the wall behind him； mechanically； without force。
Grinning at Ned Beaumont； not looking at the man whose throat he held； Jeff spread his legs a little wider and arched his back。 O'Rory's hand stopped beating the wall。 There was a muffled crack； then； almost immediately； a sharper one。 O'Rory did not writhe now。 He sagged in Jeff's hands。
Jeff laughed in his throat。 〃That's keno；〃 he said。 He kicked a chair out of the way and dropped O'Rory's body on the sofa。 O'Rory's body fell there face down； one hand and his feet hanging down to the floor。 Jeff rubbed his hands on his hips and faced Ned Beaumont。 〃I'm just a big good…natured slob；〃 he said。 〃Anybody can kick me around all they want to and I never do nothing about it〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃You were afraid of him。〃
Jeff laughed。 〃I hope to tell you I was。 So was anybody that was in their right mind。 I suppose you wasn't？〃 He laughed again； looked around the room； said： 〃Let's screw before anybody pops in。〃 He held out his hand。 〃Give me the roscoe。 I'll ditch it。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃No。〃 He moved his hand sidewise until the pistol was pointed at Jeff's belly。 〃We can say this was self…defense。 I'm with you。 We can beat it at the inquest。〃
〃Jesus； that's a bright idea！〃 Jeff exclaimed。 〃Me with a murder…rap hanging over me for that West guy！〃 His small red eyes kept shifting their focus from Ned Beaumont's face to the pistol in his hand。
Ned Beaumont smiled with thin pale lips。 〃That's what I was thinking about；〃 he said softly。
〃Don't be a God…damned sap；〃 Jeff blustered； taking a step forward。 〃You〃
Ned Beaumont backed away； around one of the tables。 〃I don't mind plugging you； Jeff；〃 he said。 〃Remember I owe you something。〃
Jeff stood still and scratched the back of his head。 〃What kind of a heel are you？〃 he asked perplexedly。
〃Just a pal。〃 Ned Beaumont moved the pistol forward suddenly。 〃Sit down。〃
Jeff； after a moment's glowering hesitation； sat down。
Ned Beaumont put out his left hand and pressed the bell…button。
Jeff stood up。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Sit down。〃
Jeff sat down。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Keep your hands on the table。〃
Jeff shook his head lugubriously。 〃What a half…smart bastard you turned out to be；〃 he said。 〃You don't think they're going to let you drag me out of here； do you？〃
Ned Beaumont went around the table again and sat on a chair facing Jeff and facing the door。
Jeff said： 〃The best thing for you to do is give me that gun and hope I'll forget you made the break。 Jesus； Ned； this is one of my hang…outs！ You ain't got a chance in the world of pulling a fast one here。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Keep your hand away from the catchup…bottle。〃
The waiter opened the door； goggled at them。
〃Tell Tim to e up；〃 Ned Beaumont said； and then； to the apish man when he would have spoken： 〃Shut up。〃
The waiter shut the door and hurried away。
Jeff said： 〃Don't be a sap； Neddy。 This can't get you anything but a rub…out。 What good's it going to do you to try to turn me up？ None。〃 He wet his lips with his tongue。 〃I know you're kind of sore about the time we were rough with you； buthell！that wasn't my fault。 I was just doing what Shad told me； and ain't I evened that up now by knocking him off for you？〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃If you don't keep your hand away from that catchup…bottle I'm going to shoot a hole in it。〃
Jeff said： 〃You're a heel。〃
The young…middle…aged man with plump lips and round eyes opened the door； came in qu