“If you do it?” Tish inquired, gazing at him through her spectacles.
“When I told the casting director to find me a woman for the part he went out and got drunk. He’s hardly been sober since.”
“You haven’t found anyone?”
“Not yet.”
Tish had picked up her knitting, and Mr. Stein sat back and surveyed her for a few moments in silence. Then he leaned forward.
“Excuse me for asking, Miss Carberry,” he said, “but have you ever driven a car?”
“I drove an ambulance in France.”
“Really?” He seemed interested and slightly excited. “Then the sound of a gun wouldn’t scare you, I dare say?”
“I would hardly say that. I shoot very well. I’m considered rather good with a machine gun, I believe.”
He sat forward on the edge of his chair, and stared at her.