“Tell her that you like her style, and kept looking at her instead of playing up to me, that I thought she could hustle a few commission checks on the side before the place filled up. She’d fall for that.”
“Think you could do that?”
“I’d try.”
Her fingers touched mine. The five-dollar bill traded hands.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“How about Marilyn?” I asked. “Is she a good scout?”
“She’s all right, but she’s been off her feed for the last four or five weeks. She fell awful hard and had a jolt. A girl’s a fool to fall for anybody in this racket.”
“How’s the best way to get along with her? What’s the line of approach?”
“With Marilyn?”
“Yes.”