“Pictures?”
“No, she has a friend.”
Skidder continued to attire himself in an over-braided evening dress; Puma, seated behind him, gazed absently at his partner’s features reflected in the looking glass.
“A theatre on Broadway,” he mused. “You say he has seemed interested, Elmer?”
“He didn’t run away screaming.”
“How did he behave?”
“Well, it’s hard to size up Alonzo D. Pawling. He’s a fly guy, Angy. What a man says at a little supper for four, with a peach pulling his Depews and a good looker sticking gardenias in his buttonhole, ain’t what he’s likely to say next day in your office.”
“You have accompany him to Broadway and you have shown him the parcel?”
“I sure did.”