"Go on."
She giggled. "He's about an inch taller, but you're about an inch longer, Mack."
He looked at her disgustedly. "A lot of help that is, unless I find him in a Turkish bath."
Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Doll, was he wearing tonight a gray suit, white shirt, blue tie. Sandy hair, no hat?"
"How—? Oh, sure, you must have passed him on your way out. He got here just a minute after you left."
"Good. Then skip the rest of the description; I'll know him if I see him again. We passed in the doorway. But damn it, Doll, you haven't come up with anything yet that will let me find him tonight, and you gotta. Put down that drink and think hard. As many times as he was up here he must have said or done something that'd give me a lead. Think hard."
Dolly Mason closed her eyes and thought hard. After a minute she said, "He's a horse player. Usually had a Racing Form with him, in his pocket. At first, until I convinced him I don't bet, he used to give me tips on horses—and offered to place bets for me if I wanted to take the tips."
"Keep going."
Dolly's eyes opened wide. "Mack honey, I got something. I think Ray is his right first name."
"That helps. How do you know?"