“Sure?”
“Yeah. I had it checked by my bank. They say it’s a first-class job, but it’s a dud all right.”
“I’ll say it’s a first-class job,” I said. “You got it from the Casino?”
He nodded. “It was with two other fives I won. They were all right; this a phoney.”
“W ell, that’s something,” I said, and slipped the note into my pocket.
“Hey, I want a good one in return,” Davis said, alarmed. “And while we are on the important subject of money, you also owe me a hundred bucks.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. I’ve been spending your money. Guess what. I’ve hired a private dick to dig up dirt on your pals. Howja like that?”
“You did? That’s a smart idea. Did he find anything?”
“Did he—hell!” Davis rubbed his hands gleefully, “it wasn’t such a dumb idea. One thing he did find out was that cat-house you’re interested in bums five times the electricity it did two years ago. That anything?”