He decided to come to the point right away. There was bound to be a row: that was inevitable.
He came over to the empty fireplace, and sat down in an armchair opposite to where Janey was sitting. “Janey…”
“Well, what is it?” she said in her cold, flat voice. She didn’t look up.
“You were seen at the Paradise Club last night.”
He saw her stiffen and a sudden wary expression cross her face. She recovered immediately and looked up, her eyes plainly hostile.
“So what? You were lucky I didn’t go to the Ambassadors. The Paradise is a lot cheaper.”
“That’s not the point. You know as well as I do that Maurer owns the Paradise Club. What were you thinking of, Janey?”
“Now look here, Paul, I’ve put up with a lot from you, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you lecture me!” Janey said with violence. “You’re a nice one to preach! You come home at any hour and you sneak out at any hour. I don’t complain. Don’t imagine I don’t know what goes on in your office. That Fielding woman may be nothing to look at, but anyone can see she’s a sexy little bitch, and with a face like hers I suppose she lets you do what you like to her!”
“Now look, Janey,” Conrad said sharply, “we’re not going to have that old red herring brought up again. I fell for it the first time, but not again. You’re trying to side-step the issue. Why did you go to the Paradise Club?”
“That’s my business!” Janey flared. “And I’m not going to be cross-examined by you!”