Fenner led him to a bar. “All the same, pal, I’m goin’ to have a try,” he said.
When the barman came to take the order, Fenner said, “That’s a swell boat out there.”
The bartender stared vacantly out through the open door and nodded. “What’ll you have?” he said.
Fenner ordered two gin slings. When the bartender brought them back he tried again. “Who owns her?”
The bartender scratched his head. “What boat is it?”
“ Nancy W.”
“Sure, that’s a swell boat. Thayler’s the guy. He’s gotta heap of jack.”
Bugsey sighed. “You’d wantta heap of jack to rate a dame like that.”
“Thayler? What’s his line?” Fenner went on.
The bartender shrugged. “Just spends dough. One of these rich playboys, I guess.”