She went out, closing the door behind her.
Maurer made an impatient gesture with his hands.
“Damned women! If that bitch doesn’t…”
“We shouldn’t keep Mrs. Conrad waiting,” Gollowitz put in sharply.
“That’s right,” Maurer said. He looked over at Seigel. “Get friendly with her, Louis. She might be useful, but watch your tongue. Make sure she isn’t after information.”
“I’ll watch it,” Seigel said.
“Get back to her. I don’t have to tell you how to handle her, but handle her right.”
Seigel nodded and stepped out into the passage and closed the door.
Janey was waiting for him in the cocktail bar, and it gave him sadistic pleasure to see how worried she looked as she sat at the table. It was so obvious that she was thinking he had walked out on her, and she was once more alone.
“Well for goodness sake!” she exclaimed when she saw him. “You said five minutes and you’ve been a quarter of an hour.”