I sat down. “That’s funny, I was about to ask you to get me some. I’m tired and hungry. Let’s go together.”
“How the hell can I?” he demanded.
“Why not?”
“Because I might not be able to get in again. This is Keyes’ room, but Keyes is dead, and I own part of this business and I’ve got a right here! Dorothy has tried to chase me out — damn her, she used to sit on my lap! I want certain information, and she has ordered the staff not to give me any. She threatened to get the police to put me out, but she won’t do that. She’s had enough of the police this last week.” Pohl was scowling at me. “I prefer corned beef, and the coffee black, no sugar.”
I grinned at his scowl. “So you’re squatting. Where’s Dorothy?”
“Down the hall, in Talbott’s room.”
“Is Talbott there?”
“No, he hasn’t been in today.”
I glanced at my wrist and saw twenty minutes past one. I stood up. “Rye with mustard?”
“No. White bread and nothing on it — no butter.”