“Not yet,” was the reply. “But he’ll soon show up. There’s a skirt waiting for him in the last booth.”
Chick took a look at her with the aid of the bar mirror.
“She’s a new one to me,” he said indifferently.
“She ain’t new around here,” grinned the bartender. “That’s Nell Breen.”
Chick turned away without another question and repaired to his former vantage point across the street.
Ten minutes later he saw Margate enter the saloon and talk a few moments with the woman, buying a drink for both.
Margate then came out, hastening to a limousine that had stopped at a near corner. He talked earnestly with the driver and one passenger for a short time and then hurried away.
The limousine departed in the opposite direction.
Chick made one of his characteristic clever moves. He scribbled a few words on a blank card with a lead pencil, then hurried to the booth in which Nell Breen was sipping a Martini and waiting for pork chops.[{39}]
“Here, Nell, read that,” he whispered impressively, slipping her the card. “Andy sent me in with it.”