“Pretty good-looking lot. Look like hotel clerks, restaurant owners, and race-horse fellows of the better class.”
“Mantelle master of ceremonies?”
“He appears to be.”
“Any way of learning what they are talking about?”
“I can’t get a single word.”
“Is Julius dressed just as he was this afternoon at the café?”
“Exactly.”
“All right. I’ll be up there in a short time.”
Nick rang off, and made up a bundle from the clothing stored in his dressing room. Then he turned to Patsy.