Dave took a fraction of a second to decide not to say what he had been about to say. Perhaps that he was afraid I'd think him foolish.
I looked at the flowers and the pilot was sitting amongst them.
"Any news of our Paul?" he asked.
"My agent lost the trail around midnight."
"I've got bulletins up to three A.M.—last time he called. He'd been to Madam Blaine's—and she'd given him the runaround."
"Marcia's there," I said.
"I know. I called after that and Hattie put her on. Rough gal."
"Yeah."
"In a bad mood. Wanted me to come up."
"I went there and caught her act, personally."