“She in.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s fine,” I said, and lit a cigarette.
He looked at me and wondered, but he was too well bred to ask why I didn’t go up and see her. He just waited.
“How are you going off for holding money, dad?” I asked casually.
He blinked. “Always do with some, sir,” he said.
“Kind of tough here?” I asked, glancing around. “All silk for the customers and crepe for the staff?”
He nodded. “We’re supposed to make it in tips, sir,” he said bitterly. “But they are so mean here they wouldn’t give a blind beggar the air.”
I took out a five spot and folded it carefully. He eyed it the way I eye Dorothy Lamour.
“Miss Spence interests me,” I said. “Know anything about her?”