“There is a stock of liquor in one of the cupboards in your sitting-room, Mr. Cain,” he returned. “Mr. Killeano sent it over with his compliments not an hour ago.”
I nodded. “That was a nice thought,” I said. I didn’t show him that I was surprised.
I walked with Miss Wonderly across the deserted lobby to the elevators.
She looked at me, raising her eyebrows.
“He’s just crazy to give me a good time,” I said, shrugging.
“He’s ready to come up and tuck us in.”
She giggled.
The house dick passed us. I could tell he was the house dick by the size of his feet. He didn’t seem to see us.
The elevator attendant and the bell-hops looked through Miss Wonderly as if she was the invisible woman. All these lackeys certainly had a swell line in tact.
The clock over the reception desk showed two-twenty. I wasn’t even sleepy.