“The same thing you did.”
“What did he look like?”
“In the forties, chunky, mostly bald, and a continuous cigar smoker. He kept the office stunk up all the time he was reading.”
“Who was next?”
“A young woman.”
“A young woman?”
She nodded.
“Who?”
“Her name was Evaline Dell. Does that sound phony to you?”
“Lots of names sound phony.”