“I’m not trying to ride anybody,” I said. “That’s the way it happened — in another room.”

“Oh, sure,” Nulty said through a fan of rank cigar smoke. “I was down there and saw, didn’t I? Don’t you pack no rod?”

“Not on that kind of a job.”

“What kind of a job?”

“I was looking for a barber who had run away from his wife. She thought he could be persuaded to come home.”

“You mean a dinge?”

“No, a Greek.”

“Okey,” Nulty said and spit into his wastebasket. “Okey. You met the big guy how?”

“I told you already. I just happened to be there. He threw a Negro out of the doors of Florian’s and I unwisely poked my head in to see what was happening. So he took me upstairs.”

“You mean he stuck you up?”

“No, he didn’t have the gun then. At least, he didn’t show one. He took the gun away from Montgomery, probably. He just picked me up. I’m kind of cute sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Nulty said. “You seem to pick up awful easy.”

“All right,” I said. “Why argue? I’ve seen the guy and you haven’t. He could wear you or me for a watch charm. I didn’t know he had killed anybody until after he left. I heard a shot, but I got the idea somebody had got scared and shot at Malloy and then Malloy took the gun away from whoever did it.”

“And why would you get an idea like that?” Nulty asked almost suavely. “He used a gun to take that bank, didn’t he?”

“Consider the kind of clothes he was wearing. He didn’t go there to kill anybody; not dressed like that. He went there to look for this girl named Velma that had been his girl before he was pinched for the bank job. She worked there at Florian’s or whatever place was there when it was still a white joint. He was pinched there. You’ll get him all right.”

“Sure,” Nulty said. “With that size and them clothes. Easy.”

“He might have another suit,” I said. “And a car and a hideout and money and friends. But you’ll get him.”