Rose bent forward and kissed him lightly on his flaccid cheek.
"That's easy," she laughed.
"Perhaps, but if you have to go so far at first, you will have to go farther afterward."
"An' now?"
"Just now I want you to keep your ears open for gossip. You are in a position to hear a lot: in this house men talk that are dumb outside."
"Who are you thinkin' of?"
"Several people, friends of O'Malley's. There's one cheap little camp-follower who, I am told, gets around here rather frequently. I don't suppose that he's of enough importance to know much, but he would be worth watching."
"What's his name?"
Dyker filled Rose's glass, and poured more wine for himself.
"Angelelli," he answered.