“I’ll want some business cards printed,” I said.
“That’s all taken care of. Elsie will have some. You’re the head of the Fischler Sales Corporation.”
I said, “Okay,” and started to hang up.
“What’s new?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Keep me posted.”
“I will,” I said, and that time got the receiver on the book before she could think of anything else.
The evening dragged interminably. Alta signalled that she wanted to talk with me, but I figured I knew all she knew. But I didn’t know all Bernard Carter knew, and I wanted to be where he could strike up a conversation that would look sufficiently casual in case he had anything he wanted to say.
He did.
I was knocking balls around in the billiard room when he came in. “Feel like a game?” he asked.