His face had become bloated with passion, he was breathing fast.

But Lawler noted that his eyes were shifty, that he turned them everywhere except upon Lawler.
Simmons now paused, seemingly having exhausted his breath.
"I've just left Gary Warden," said Lawler, slowly.

"He offered his price for my stock.

He told me if I accepted, it meant there would be no delay, that they would be shipped immediately.

Warden seems to know where he can get cars." Simmons' face reddened deeply, the flush suffusing his neck and ears.