I didn’t say anything.
He said, “You’ll understand that I’m trying to look out for your best interests. Let’s just take a look and see that your watch and wallet are all right.”
“They are,” I said.
He stood looking at me with eyes that drooped a little. He was a dark, dapper man with a close-clipped moustache. He wore a double-breasted grey suit, was a little above average height, and had supple hands with long, thin fingers. He said, “I’d like to have you make sure.”
“I am sure.”
He hesitated a moment. “I don’t seem to place you,” he said. “You aren’t one of the regular customers.”
“I’ve been here before.”
“When?”
“Oh, two or three months ago.”
“Have one of the girls at your table?” he asked.