She said again, “I’m awfully sorry.”
He smiled. “I suppose you’ll take that other guy some other night?”
She nodded. “Oh yes, he has a lot of money too.”
He opened the front door and looked up and down the street. “Well, good night,” he said, and almost ran down the steps.
A taxi slid out of the shadows and the driver leant forward to jerk open the door. “Where to, boss?” he asked.
Jason looked back over his shoulder, but Miss Gellert had shut the door. He looked up at the tall building and frowned.
Then he turned his attention to the driver. “Listen,” he said, “I’ve only been in New York a few hours. I’ve got a room about ten floors up which seems to me completely isolated from any earthly contacts. I want to find company. What do you suggest?”
The driver thought for a moment. “The Gaucho Club is a good spot for a pick-up, boss,” he said. “If you’re wanting someone to sleep with, I’d say that’s your spot.”
Jason raised his hat. “Never mind,” he said politely, “I think I’ll walk.”