“This is Edie, honey-pie.”
“Good ole Edie,” I said brightly. “What’s th’ good word?”
“You know what the good word is, shugie.” The throaty voice giggled. “Cash is th’ bes’ word there is.”
“Might have something there, Edie.”
“I’ll have it when you give it to me. That little matter’s been taken care of. When do we talk payment?”
“Any time at all.” I knew of only one piece of recent business concerning Dow Lanerd that a canary like this might be interested in, but, of course, I didn’t know all of Lanerd’s current doings. By any means. Ruth Moore was still pouring syrup on the disappointed Crew Cut. “Come on up.”
“No, ’deed. You come on down here. I want to get this deal closed right hasty.”
“Where you now?”
“High in the saddle, down here at the Steeplechase. C’mon down an’ take a hurdle with me.”
“Be along in a minute.”