“No.”
“Were you paying cash for your drinks?”
“Well — er — I — er, that is, I was, in a sense, the guest of the Management. They’d asked me to drop in several times.”
“Bill Golding?” Mason asked.
“Yes.”
“He banks here?”
“Yes, I...”
“How well do you know him?” Mason interrupted.
“I have talked with him frequently.”
“You know the woman who lives with him?”