He stared. "You know something you've kept from me!"
"Certainly. I know a lot I couldn't tell you if I tried."
"For Christ's sake—!"
"All right. And remember, you asked. You went up to Hattie's last night—"
"That fat she-fiend—!"
"—and they said Marcia wasn't there. But she was."
He leaped to his feet. "I'll grab a cab—"
I got to my feet, too—not by leaping, and stood in front of him. "You'll grab no cab, Paul. Sit down—or shall I sit you down?"
"Go on—" he said. "Tell me, then."
"Marcia is up at Hattie's—working."