“Very well,” I said.
He reached out with his hand, and I took it. He kept shaking my hand, hanging on to my right, pumping it up and down and smiling at me. “I see you completed your business in the Atlee Amusement Corporation.”
I said, “I presume that the brunette girl telephoned you as soon as she tipped off the manager.”
“My dear young man,” he said, “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. It just happens that I eat here in the restaurant occasionally.”
“And have an interest in the gambling upstairs,” I supplemented.
“Gambling!” he exclaimed. “What gambling? What are you talking about?”
I laughed.
“You astonish me, Mr. Lam. Do you mean to say there’s gambling going on in the restaurant?”
“Save it,” I said.
He kept holding my right hand. “Let’s drop into the restaurant for a bit to eat.”