“He’s living with her,” Eloise interposed. “Is that what you are trying to tell Mr. Lam, Ogden?”
“Yes,” he blurted.
“After all, Ogden, Mr. Lain has to have the facts, you know.”
“He’s got them now,” Ogden said, embarrassed.
I looked at my watch, said, “Well, thanks a lot. I’ll see if I can get anything out of her.”
I got up.
They all three arose. I had neither the time nor the inclination to go through the polite patter.
I said, “Well, thanks for the help. I’ll talk with her,” and started for the door.
Ogden let me out.
“You don’t know how long Arthur Whitewell intends to be here?”