I could see the blonde thinking things over, trying to decide how much to tell me.
“Was she?” I insisted.
She tried a counteroffensive. “What did you want with Ringold?”
“I wanted to see him on a business matter.”
“What?”
“Somebody had told me that he could tell me how to beat the Blue Sky Act. I’m a promoter. I had something I wanted to promote.”
“So you went in to see him?”
“Not me. I got the adjoining room.”
“And bored a hole in the door?”
“Yes.”