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at him, but her face was quite serious as she shook her head. “I shan't be alone....”
     “Who's your boy friend...?”
     She walked slowly to the door. He could see her smooth muscles moving under the green wrap. He knew that she hadn't anything on under that. She looked over her shoulder. “I think you had better go now,” she said, “I've heard that you newspapermen get funny ideas when you're alone with girls.”
     Duffy looked round for his hat and found it near the settee. “Well, what of it?” he said, walking to the door. They stood quite close, facing each other. “What the hell's a girl got to beef about if he does? Ain't that a compliment to the girl, anyway? By heck! I can guess how they'd feel if we didn't get that way sometimes!”
     She opened the door and he walked past her. Standing in the doorway, he faced her again. “Well, good night, Toots,” he said with his wide grin, “sleep easy I'm goin' to do things for you.”
     Pushing the door slowly to, she kept his eyes watching her. Then when the door was nearly shut she leaned forward. “Did you say your name was Duffy?”
     “Yeah!”
     Anything else?”
     “Bill Duffy, if you like.”
     “It's a nice name.” She leant against the doorway, the door pulled against her fat hip.
     Duffy stood there, putting his personality over on a short wave. “It's an old family name,” he said modestly and grinned.
     She raised her eyebrows. “So?”
     Duffy moved a little her way until he leant against the wall, touching her shoulder. “We Duffys go for red-heads,” he said.
     She raised her chin. Her lips invited his. “Yes?” she said.
     He touched her lips with his. A long green arm slid round his neck and pulled his head down. She did not close her eyes and when he looked into them he tried to jerk his head away, but she held him hard. Stormy, hungry wild eyes she had. He stood there, his mouth crushed on hers, startled by her fierceness. She suddenly drove her teeth into his top lip. The pain stung him, and he pushed her away violently, starting back with an angry oath. She stood looking at him, her red-gold hair wild, and her eyes big and dark, stormy with passion. She took a step back and slammed the door in his face.
     Duffy stood there, dabbing his lip with his handkerchief.
     “That dame's gonna let herself go one day,” he said to himself, “and when she does, she's going to make a meal of someone.”
     He walked slowly to the elevator and pressed the button. His lip was beginning to swell already. He stood before the grille, waiting for the elevator to come up. “My God,” he thought, “what a hell of a night!”
     As the elevator came up slowly he saw, lying on the roof, the mangled body of a man. He watched the roof glide past him, carrying its grisly burden, then the empty cage came to rest at his floor.
     He stood very still, feeling the sweat start out all over him. He said, “Well, well,” for something better to say, then he walked bark to the flat and hammered on the door.
      
      
     

CHAPTER III
         
     SHE DIDN'T COME to the door at first. It was only by keeping his thumb on the buzzer, while the minutes ticked by, that Duffy got her to come at all. When she did come, she had the door on the chain. Duffy thought it was a hell of a time to start playing around with door-chains, but he let it drift with the current.
     She started to close the door when she saw who it was, but Duffy got the toe of his shoe in first.
     “Listen, bright girl,” he said, “open up, and be your age. You've got a corpse on your hands right outside.”
     “I honestly believe you're as mad as a coon,” she said breathlessly, “or very, very drunk.”
     Duffy leant his weight against the door, his face pressed against the