“Nick Mason?”
It was that dame again. I sat on the edge of the table. “Yeah,” I said.
“I sent you—”
“I know,” I broke in. “I’ve had a swell time since you sent me that five grand. You don’t know what you’ve been leadin’ me into, baby. First Vessi’s old moll steals the five grand. Then I go round and see her an’ we have a hell of a scrap, that’s nearly ruined me. Then Katz, Spencer’s gunman, turns up and points a rod at me, and tells me to lay off or else….”
I grinned a little at the sudden silence at the end of the ’phone. I guessed that had certainly given her something to hold.
“An’ what is more, baby, I’m through… I ain’t interested any more, so forget all about it, will you?”
“So you are not interested any more?” Her voice was very cold.
“You’ve got it right the very first time,” I said.
There was a short pause, then she said: “But you will be, Mr. Mason… believe me, you will be very interested before long,” and she hung up.
Just like that.