“Perfect reading with a glass of whisky and some cigarettes.”
From Black Rum and Dynamite:
Outside in the street, someone whistled high, loud, and long. It was the signal from Miguelito. Americanos were entering the hotel.
He finished the last beer and picked up the pistol, pointing it at the door. He tuned out the street noise, focusing his attention on the hallway. It wasn’t long before he heard footsteps ascending the stairs at the end opposite his room. Then they ended abruptly. There was long rug down the middle of the hall. He could just make out a slight shuffling sound moving his way.
The shuffling stopped just short of his door. Someone whispered, short and intense. Shadows shifted in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.
Remembering how short Bilotti was, he lowered the aim of his gun a few inches.