"You'll have to arrange that with him."
"I've got to have two dollars, by ten o'clock."
"Wouldn't you rather have some good clothes than two dollars?"
"No. Real money."
I leaned back in my chair and looked her over. At last I ventured what was in my mind.
"I suppose women's clothes wouldn't suit your man. But wouldn't some red neckties please him as well as money?"
"Say"—her eyes narrowed threateningly—"You're a wise guy, ain't you? Think you know it all?"
"Well," I said, "I know some."
I turned back the flap of my coat and showed her the badge of a county detective. She whistled with surprise, but did not seem dismayed. In fact she became suddenly friendly. Everything about her recent experiences, the bath, Norman's attitude towards her, the meals, the rooms, had been strange and confusing. But a policeman! That came within the circle of familiar. She knew dozens of them.
"Gee! I never would have thought you was a cop. Plain clothes man?"