“I’m a rotten player,” I said. “I came down here to get away from the small talk.”
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Something on your mind?”
“So-so,” I said, knocking the cue ball around the table and watching it bounce back from the cushions.
“Have you seen Ashbury?” he asked. “You know, had a chance to talk with him?”
I nodded.
“Nice chap, Ashbury,” Carter went on.
I didn’t say anything.
“Certainly must be nice to be able to keep in first-class physical shape,” Carter went on, looking down at his tight waistcoat. “You move as easily as a fish swimming around in water. I’ve been watching you.”
“Have you?”
“Yes, I have. You know, Lam, I’d like to know you better — have you whip me into shape.”