“Lam. Donald Lam.”
“And what company are you with, Mr. Lam?”
“It’s a partnership,” I said. “Cool and Lam. I’m one of the partners. We’re doing some business with Mr. Hale.”
“Just a moment, and I’ll see what I can find out,”
She went into the back part of the office, opened a card index, ran down through a number of cards, pulled out one, looked at it, and returned to the counter.
“What were the initials?”
“Mr. Hale’s?”
“Yes.”
“Emory G. Hale. He may have been an attorney when he was here.”
She looked at the card again, said, “We have no Emory G. Hale. No record of ever having done business with him.”