Marilyn laughed at that.
Hale started rubbering around the room.
Marilyn took a deep drag at her cigarette and said casually, “You’ll find it through the archway in that next room.”
Hale seemed embarrassed. “I beg pardon.”
“That’s where it is.”
“What?”
“What you’re looking for.”
Hale cleared his throat, pushed back his chair, said with dignity, “Excuse me for a moment.”
“Guess he can’t take it too well,” I said, as she watched him cross the room.
“A lot of those old bozos can’t. He’s a nice guy, isn’t he, Donald?”