He blushed. “Well, yes. I haven’t had a chance yet to try any of it out, but I understand the theory pretty well.”
This time I didn’t dare look at Tim. I took out my wallet, pushed over two hundred dollar bills, “That’s for being a smart guy,” I said. “Stick around, and I’ll have something more for you before long.”
His eyes lit up and he picked up the notes eagerly.
“I’m glad you’re satisfied, Mr. Cain,” he said. “This means a lot to me “ He hesitated, plunged on: “If it’s all right with you, I thought I might investigate this—er—house of ill-fame. Of course, I don’t like going to such a place, but it’s part of my job, isn’t it?” He eyed me hopefully, seriously.
“It is,” I said gravely.
“Then you think I might investigate there?”
“I think it’s a good idea,” I said, nodding. “Only be careful some hussie doesn’t make a play for you.”
He blushed. “I’m not susceptible to women,” he said earnestly. “It’s part of my training to resist temptation.”
I pulled at my nose. “Is there a chapter on that too?” I asked blankly.
“Oh yes,” he said. “They go very fully into that subject in a chapter called ‘Sex and the Selfcontrolled Man’.”