“Yeah?” Davis said, kicking off his shoes “Where do you think you’ll find him at this hour?”
“With Lois Spence,” I said, making for the door. “If he isn’t there, I can always look at the dame. She interests me.”
He took off his coat and stretched out on the bed. “She interests me too,” he said with a sigh. “But not with that Gomez thug hanging around. He cools my ardour.”
I took Tim’s Mercury convertible, drove out to Lexington Avenue. The night staff were still on duty, and I walked over to the hall porter’s cubby-hole.
“Hello, dad,” I said, smiling at the old boy. “Remember me?”
He remembered me all right. There’s nothing like a little folding money to impress your personality on anyone.
“Yes, sir, “he said, brightening up. “I remember you very well, sir.”
“I thought you would,” I said, and looked round to make sure no one was watching us. I produced a fifty-dollar bill, folded it slowly, giving him ample time to see it, then hid it in my hand.
His eyes started out of his head like organ stops
“Gomez with Miss Spence?” I asked casually.