Doyle nodded as he guided the sound truck down the winding road to the main highway.
“He’s been thinking of getting up a week-end party out at his place. If he does he’ll telephone us tonight at the Parker Hotel.”
“Us?”
“Rascomb isn’t a fellow to hold a grudge. You were short with him but he’s overlooking it.”
“Nice of him,” Flash said dryly.
“He was interested in you,” Doyle admitted. “Asked a lot of questions.”
“Did he? What sort of questions?”
“Oh, nothing out of the way. Just who you were, where you came from, and what sort of fellow you were. If the invitation comes through, we’ll both be included.”
“It was decent of you to put in a good word for me,” Flash said. “Nevertheless, I don’t think I’ll be interested.”
“Then you’re a sap! Rascomb would show us a wonderful time. And it wouldn’t cost us a penny.”