“Igottohavemebitofcoke，“Pinkieanswered，withashrugofhisshoulders。“An’，anyway，I’mnopipe-hitter。
“It’sallthesamewhateverwayyoutakeit！“retortedShluker。
“Well，goonwithyourstory。YouwentdowntoCharlie’sdopeparlors，andjabbedaneedleintoyourself，ortookitsomeotheroldway。Igetyou！Whathappenedthen？“
“Itwasaboutanhourago，“resumedPinkieBonnwithundisturbedcomplacency。“JustasIwasbeatin’itoutoftherebythecellar，Ihearssomewhisperin’asIwaspassin’oneoftheenddoors。
Savvy？Ihadn’tmadenonoise，an’theyhadn’theardme。Igetsapeekin，’causethedoor’scracked。ItwasFrenchPetean’MarnyDay。Ilistens。An’afterabouttwosecondsIwasgoin’shakyforfearsomeonewouldcomealongan’Iwouldn’tgetthewholeofit。