Boyd shook his head. "Of course not," he said. "Ken, this is on the expense account, isn't it?"
"Expense account," Malone said. "Sure it is."
Boyd looked relieved. "Good," he said. "Because I had the proprietor phone her size in, to New York."
"Better get two of 'em," Malone said. "The chief said anything she wanted, she was supposed to have."
"I'll go back right away. I told him we wanted the stuff on the afternoon plane, so—"
"And give him Bar ... Miss Wilson's size, and yours, and mine. Tell him to dig up something appropriate."
"For us?" Boyd blanched visibly.
"For us," Malone said grimly.
Boyd set his jaw. "No," he said.
"Listen, Tom," Malone said, "I don't like this any better than you do. But if I can't resign, you can't either. Costumes for everybody."