Duffy moved restlessly. He didn’t like this.
“Just when I was giving up, along came Cattley. Can you imagine that? Cattley came into my room, and I was expecting another of those fierce little brown men. Cattley fell for me, and I gave him everything I had. He thought I could be useful to him, so he got me out of the place and set me up in that little house.”
Duffy said, “How could you be useful to a guy like Cattley?”
Her face hardened a little. “I’m telling you everything, aren’t I?” she said.
Duffy leant back on his elbows. “Sure, and it don’t sound so good.”
She lifted her shoulders wearily. “It isn’t good. In Cattley’s business he had to have a woman around. He got me to play hostess to his suckers. I got him introductions to the upper set. It was through me that he made so much money. Cattley was on the level with me. He gave me plenty.” She sighed, twisting her hands. “Now the poor mug’s dead.”
In the other room the telephone began to ring. Duffy made no move to answer it.
Olga said, “What’s the matter ? Don’t you want to answer it ?”
“Let it ring,” he said, looking at her.
The telephone stopped ringing.