Ann’s eyes had grown dull and her tone was apathetic when she said, “I don’t know why she would have told him. Unless maybe just to stop him from mooning around her.”
“What sort of man is Bates?”
“He’s all right. Just a lawyer.”
“Do you think Bates believes Carrol discovered the plastic after leaving Vulcan?” Shayne pressed her.
“Who knows what a lawyer believes?” she said with disinterest.
Shayne looked at his watch, caught the waiter’s eye, and beckoned to him, then asked, “Can I take you back to the Roney?”
“What for?” she demanded. “This is just as good a place to get tight as any.”
Shayne cautioned, “Don’t get too tight. I may need some more help from you later on.”
The waiter came with the check. Shayne laid a bill on the tray and said, “After I go and the young lady has drunk that up, throw her out or make her buy her own.”
The waiter looked at the bill, smiled, and said, “Yes, sir,” and went away.