Benny told him.
Jay suddenly sat up. “Surely, that’s where Tootsie Mendetta hangs out?” he said.
Benny nodded. “That’s right,” he answered. “I’ve been wantin’ an introduction to him for weeks. I want to sell him a flock of tracks. He lives just opposite my apartment, but I’ve never set eyes on him.”
Jay got to his feet. There might be something in this story after all. It was a long shot, but he wasn’t going to let it grow cold. “We’ll go back to your apartment and have a look round,” he said. “Come on, buddy, let’s go.”
Benny went with him and they took a taxi to the block.
Inside his apartment Jay couldn’t find anything that excited him. It was just an ordinary joint of a man with a nice income. He wandered around, his hands deep in his trouser pockets, brooding.
Benny sat on the arm of a chair and watched him.
“Did she take a suit−case or anythin’?” Jay asked suddenly.
Benny looked bewildered. “I don’t know,” he said. “I hadn’t thought of lookin’.”
“Check that up, will you, pal?”