“Know the glitter-girl, Mickey?” I kept my voice low.

“New to me, Mister V.” He kept his voice low.

“Gentleman call her by name?”

“Might have.”

“Edie, mayhap?”

“Yes, sir. That’s her.”

“Know the man?”

“Sure. Swell joe. One of the best. Name of Keith Walch. In show biz. Tildy Millett’s manager.”

I thought the Edie person caught Mickey’s last remark, she turned, glanced up the bar in my direction. Then she nudged her companion, murmured something to him.

He looked my way, too, gave me a cool and casual onceover.