“Okay, skip it,” Conrad said. “Toni works for Maurer, doesn’t he?”
A blank, remote expression came into Flo’s eyes. She half turned away to drop her cigarette into the trash-basket.
“I don’t know who Toni works for. He’s never told me.”
“Don’t give me that stuff. It’s Maurer, isn’t it?”
She swung round to face him, her face hard.
“I tell you I don’t know! Don’t start acting the copper with me, Mr. Conrad. I’ve always looked on you as a friend.”
Conrad shrugged.
“Okay, Flo. I’ll make some inquiries. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll see what I can do. Where can I reach you?”
Her face brightened.
“I knew you would, Mr. Conrad! I said to myself…”