"Give," Joy gritted.
"Ouch! No!"
"Give!"
Cora gave forth an agonized wail. Then an indignant gasp. "Cut it out!
You fight dirty! That ain't fair!"
"Give!"
"All right! All right. Pete's meeting Hands
at--ouch--Joe's--ouch--Tavern on Clark Street. Ouch! Cut it out, will
you?"
And it was here that I detected a trace of sadism in my lovely wife.
"All right," she said regretfully. "Sit up. Gee, but you talk easy."
"Just where is this tavern?" I asked. "And what is the purpose of the
meeting?"
Cora's resistance was entirely gone. "In the 2800 block. Pete went there
to get some money from Hands to skip town with."