“A business card. He passes ’em out by the dozen.”
The man grinned. “You should have seen this doll.”
“Redhead?”
“I don’t rightly know the colour of her hair. She may even have had a hat on. It was her eyes that I noticed — great big dark-brown eyes, about the colour of ripe dates. I guess I was thinking of dates and thinking how lucky Fulton was. Lucky! That shows all I know about it. The poor sap was up to his necktie, and sinking deeper.”
“Say, wait a minute,” Sellers said. “I don’t think that’s the girl that was in the place with him. Would you know her picture if...?”
“Probably not her picture. But I’d sure know her.”
“And this chap wasn’t with her?” Sellers asked, jerking his head toward me.
The man shook his head.
“You watched the jane get in the car?”
“I’ll say I did — and believe me, there was something to watch.”