“Whisperin’ found this note on the table this mornin’.”
“She’s probably got an urgent message, as she says in the note. I don’t see anythin’ wrong with it, Ayres.”
“Mebbe it’s all right. In the first place, she always calls me Len, and in the second place, I call her Nan. Why did she use ‘Mr. Ayres’ and ‘Madge Singer’?”
Hashknife was inclined to smile.
“You might ask Baggs about it,” he suggested.
“I’ll do just that.”
Len went on up the street to Baggs’s office, while Hashknife and Sleepy crossed the street to the Oasis. Harry Cole was at the bar and invited them to have a drink. The place was nearly empty.
“How’s yore head this mornin’?” asked Cole, as he filled his glass.
“Head’s all right,” smiled Hashknife. “Have a big play last night?”
“Pretty good for the middle of the month.”