“Didn’t you say something about five Cs?” he asked cautiously.
“I did,” I said, and shot him a hundred. “That’s to sweeten you. You’ll get the rest when you’ve told me what I wart to know.”
He fingered the hundred, nodded.
“She’s on A floor.”
“Where’s that?”
“Top floor.”
“Get paper and pencil and show me the lay-out of the jail.”
He got paper and pencil and began to draw. We sat around drinking and smoking until he’d finished.
“This is it,” he said. “Here’s where you go in. There’re two sets of gates. Each has a different key and guard. You book your prisoner in here. Women are booked in on the left. You take your prisoner along—”
“Wait,” I said. “I’m only interested in the women’s side. Concentrate on the women.”