“What did you do with my car?”
“Left it parked down by a tram track. I figured you’d report it as stolen.”
He frowned a little at that and said, “You must think I’m a bum sport. Hell, I wouldn’t have done that to you.”
He led the way to his apartment.
I said, “I tried to call you up, but no one answered. I got the number, Waverly 9-8765.”
“The hell you did! How?”
“Oh I have ways of getting that sort of information.”
He laughed. “It’s a public phone down at the end of the hall. Usually you can’t ring in on it unless someone happens to be in the booth, but the apartment house manager has the apartment right next to it. She’s a good scout. If she’s up and around she’ll answer and then call whoever is wanted to the phone. If she isn’t up, she’ll let it ring.”
“What would you have done if you’d caught me last night?” I asked.
He grinned and said, “I’d have massaged you with a bundle of fives. Maybe changed the contours of your face a little bit, depending on whether you were difficult or not.”