“Of course.”
“Recognize her?”
“No,” I said, but I wondered; and at his hint, something stirred in my memory.
“Think red hair, not yellow.”
I couldn’t, to any use; yet now I was sure I had seen her. More than that, I’d known her, and I groped for her name and her right association, in my memory.
“Who is she, Jerry?”
He shook his head. “Not now.”
“Where’d I meet her before?”
He smiled again. “In the underworld, one time you went there.”
“You mean that time you and I went down South State Street to——”