“The Green Room seemed to be the only thing Mrs. Bedford was interested in,” Della said, “and naturally, I had to have some excuse to put on the party.”
“Some party,” Mason told her. “How about the sheiks?”
“What sheiks?”
“The group that flapped around the table, dancing and...”
“Oh,” she said, “you mean the table lizards. I won’t hear from them.”
“How about it?” he asked, amused. “Did they all ask for Lone Bedford’s telephone number and none for yours?”
“Don’t be silly,” she told him.
“And you mean to say you refused to give them your number?”
She smiled reminiscently. “I told them,” she said, “that my name was Virginia Trent, and gave them her number. It should be a good break for the girl.”
Mason laughed. “Paul Drake,” she went on, “wants to see you as soon as you come in.”