The records showed that he had.
I took a cab back to the hotel. I was past due for a lot of shut-eye.
Chapter Twelve
It was past noon when I went to Hale’s apartment. He was out. I had a combined breakfast and lunch at the Bourbon House and tried Hale again.
No dice.
I went down St. Charles Avenue to the apartment house where Roberta had lived and studied the place as carefully as I could while walking by. Then I went back to the hotel and wrote out a typewritten report for the office files, being careful to list all my expenses.
I went back to the apartment at about four. Hale was in.
He was, moreover, in a very jovial mood.
“Come right in, Lam. Come in and sit down. Well, young man, I think I did you a little good. I drummed up another customer for you.”
“That right?”