She said, “I think you’ll do it all right,” and before I could shout she had hung up.
I lay there, calling her some fancy names. It didn’t get me anywhere. She was right about me doing it. I liked to push my nose into something that might scorch it. This business had a lot of angles that might prove interesting. I put the ’phone down and turned off the light. I could think a lot better in the dark.
I went through the business carefully. I’d got a few leads to follow up. First, I’d look into the stockholders of the Mackenzie Fabric Corporation. Then I might take a look at the firm and have a sniff round there. Lu Spencer wanted hunting up. Ackie was an all-right guy, and I guessed he was willing to help me if I didn’t pull him into it. Then there was Blondie. Maybe I’d get a little fun with Blondie. I had a weakness for blondes, anyway. It looked on the face of it an attractive programme.
I let it go at that and went to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
SOMEONE WOKE me up by punching the front-door bell. I love that. Some guy always wakes me up just when I’m getting friendly with my dream blonde. That dame certainly is a nice little twitchet.
I dragged myself out of bed and padded across the two rooms to the front door.
A special messenger was leaning up against the door, humming Cole Porter. He looked at me, then at the envelope he was holding.
“Nick Mason?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s have it, you mother’s nightmare.”