“Why Cattley?” she said.
He put his hat down on the table. “This is most unprofessional, but I’m dying for a drink.”
She shook her head. “Nothing doing.” She was very emphatic. “Say your piece and get going.”
“My, my,” he said, “you babes get tougher every day.”
She moved impatiently.
“Okay,” Duffy said hastily. “I’m looking for Cattley.”
“Why should I know where he is?”
“Why, you’re his girl friend, ain’t you?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t seen him for months.”
“He thought enough of you to have your name and address in his pocket-book.”