“Cut that stuff right out,” she said. “I’m not quite a sap.”
I drank some whisky, lit a cigarette and shrugged.
“I could beat it out of you,” I said, giving her the cold eye.
“Try,” she said, sitting on the divan.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I said. “I’ll have a talk with your pal Gomez. He’ll be interested to know you sexed me up to this room.”
That threw a scare into her.
“You dare!” she snapped, jumping to her feet.
“Come on, be nice.”
“Herrick paid me to play the tables at the Casino,” she said, after a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t know why, so don’t ask me. He always took the money I’d won and gave me other notes in exchange.”
I stared at her.