All she did was taker her hand out of her bag, with a gun in it. All she did was point it at me and smile. All I did was nothing.....Moose Malloy stepped out of the dressing room with the Colt .45 still looking like a toy in his big hairy paw. He didn't look at me at all. He looked at Mrs. Lewin Lockridge Grayle. He leaned forward and his mouth smiled at her and he spoke to her softly. "I thought I knew the voice," he said. "I listened to that voice for eight years - all I could remember of it....Hiya, babe. Long time no see.