"Of course not," the senior member of the producing team said.
"You mind if you look a little fat, Mr. Richie?"
"Not if they can hear me, Ben. What's the gimmick?"
They listened grimly to the electrician's plan. Feldt glanced at Richie. He looked old and tired and small. God, Feldt thought, I hope we haven't pulled a rock.
"For your information," Sergeant Kleiber said, "Van Richie hasn't made a record in 26 years. 1936."
"Fine. Great," Ferraro answered. Inwardly, he groaned. It was weeks now.
"And he sure ain't dead."
"Okay, you looked it up and he's alive." Ferraro moved the car skillfully through the traffic. "Fine. I'm glad to hear it."
"Looked it up nothing. He just opened in a show right here on 46th! That's him in person we been hearing. I told you. I know that voice."