The cordiality left her face.
“One of your most recent tenants,” Drake went on, “is a girl who’s been here before and ran up a bunch of bills. She’s about twenty-five, good figure, recently used henna on her hair, big, limpid eyes...”
“She hasn’t been here before,” the manager said. “She’s new.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Two years.”
Drake frowned and said, “We’re from the Credit Bureau. My memo is that she was here about eighteen months ago under the name of Doraline Sprague.”
“Well, that’s not the one.”
“What name’s she going under now?”
“Her own.”
Drake said impatiently, “Well, let’s have it, if we’re on the wrong track, we want to know it.”