“You’ve been fighting again. You’re a mess. Here take this clothesbrush. No, tell me first, what did you find?”
“Clues.”
“Well, don’t be so damned reticent. Tell me what happened.”
“I heard this girl was a slot-machine addict. I would either have had to stick around until three or four o’clock in the morning waiting for her to come in, or go out and find her around the slot machines.”
“Well, you don’t need to play slot machines just because you’re waiting.”
“You look conspicuous if you hang around and don’t play ’em.”
“Go ahead and look conspicuous. Who cares? After all, lover, we’re in business for money, not to conform to what Las Vegas, Nevada, thinks the well-dressed detective will wear. Don’t you think for a minute you’re going to put any gambling expenses on the expense account.”
“I won’t.”
“What happened?”
“There was a fight.”