“Didn’t ask for an advance?”
“No. We go right through there anyway. I can stop over without it costing anything extra.”
“I know, but you could have got some expense money out of this Whiteside, and—”
“Whitewell.”
“All right, whatever his name is. What’s he want?”
“He didn’t say.” I took his letter from my pocket. “Here’s his letter. Notice the stationery. They could use it instead of sheet metal to build airplanes.”
She took the letter. “Well, I’ll stop off with you.”
“No. You’re supposed to rest for a week or two.”
“Bosh. I’ll talk with him myself.”
I didn’t say anything.