"But you said you were looking for me," Malone said. "What about?"
"Oh," the bartender said. "I only say that. Make customer feel good, think we miss him. Customers like, so we do. What your name?"
"Pizarro," Malone said disgustedly, and went away.
The last stop was Topp's. Well, he had to find the notebook there. It was the only place the notebook could be. That was logic, and Malone was proud of it. He walked into Topp's trying to remember the bartender's name, and found it just as he walked into the bar.
"Hello, Wally," he said gaily.
The bartender stared at him. "I'm not Wally," he said. "Wally's the other barman. My name's Ray."
"Oh," Malone said, feeling deflat
ed. "Well, I've come about a notebook."
"Yes, sir?" Ray said.
"I lost the notebook here yesterday evening, between six and eight. If you'll just take me to the Lost and Found department—"