“A jock and a swell skirt. But Scotland Yard got next and chased the main guy over the water.”
“Same thing. I dealt for the jock and the skirt trimmed the squabs.”
“Anybody holler?”
“Aw—the kind we squeezed was too high up to holler. Them young lords take their medicine like they wanted it. They ain’t like the home bunch that is named after swell hotels.”
After a silence he looked up at Brandes:
“What ever become of Minna Minti?” he asked.
Brandes’ heavy features remained stolid.
“She got her divorce, didn’t she?” insisted Curfoot.
“Yes.”