âItâs me.â
She was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair and humming. She looked at me in the mirror.
âWhatâs that you got there, Harry?â
âI brought you the papers.â
âThanks,â she said, âIâll read them later.â
I put them on the bed and she went back to her hair.
âNice day out?â she asked.
âNot bad.â I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her. She had helped me make a little over twelve hundred bucks that day. Maybe Iâd buy her a box of handkerchiefs. âHow come youâre up so early today?â I asked casually.
She shook her head and fluffed her hair out in the back.
âRehearsal at two,â she said.
âBy the way,â I said, bouncing myself up and down gently on the bed, âwhat did you think of that shrimp Ast?â
She didnât even miss a stroke with the comb.
âWho?â she asked.
I wiped my face with my handkerchief to hide the smile that I couldnât stop quickly enough.
âAst,â I said. âYou know, Teddy Ast. The guy I introduced you to last night at the table.â
âOh, him!â she said. âHeâs all right, I guess.â
âI had to leave in such a hurry last night,â I said, âthat I was a little worried later about leaving you with practically a total stranger.â
If they were strangers, I was Rin Tin Tin.
âOh, he was all right,â she said in an offhand way.
âKind of an interesting guy, in his own way, isnât he, Martha?â
âHe didnât do any card tricks at the table, if thatâs what you mean,â she said, squinting at herself in the mirror.
âI hope he didnât bore you,â I said, with the soft pedal on the sarcasm. âHeâs such a brilliant guy, you know, he can have you chewing the tablecloth inââ
âOh, he talked about the weather and he paid the check,â she said. âThatâs about as much as you can expect from any man, I guess.â
Sailors and weather prophets. What an upbringing sheâd had!
âWhen did he leave here last night?â
The hand holding the tweezers didnât miss a hair.
âHe didnât even get here,â she said.
My teeth came together with a click.
âNot at all?â
This time I couldnât quite keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She disregarded it completely.
âNot at all she,â she said.
I sat up on the bed and stopped bouncing.
âWhat kind of aâ?â I began.
She stroked her eyebrow and examined it like it was a recently uncovered Rembrandt.
âHe ran into some buyers in the restaurant,â she said, âand you know what I think of buyers.â
I knew what she thought of buyers. I wanted to know what she thought of Teddy Ast.
âSo?â
âSo I got up and said good night and thanks for the meal and I took a taxi to the theatre. Thatâs all.â Thatâs all, balls. âYou know me, Harry. I always act like a perfect lady, even to your friends.â
âDidnât even take you to the theatre, eh?â
âYou didnât introduce him as a gentleman,â she said. âSo I wasnât disappointed.â
I took my knee in my hand and watched the back of her head. What was going on here, anyway? He said he took her to the theatre; she said he didnât. In my pocket I had duplicates of the charges he was going to jack up for me, which meant that heâd been here; but she said he hadnât been. What was she becoming in her late twenties, modest?
âA fine gentleman that guy turned out to be!â I said in an annoyed voice. âI introduce him to a girl and I have to leave in a hurry, so he practically walks out on her. Doesnât even take her home! Go introduce your friends around to him!â
âMaybe thatâs the way he always acts,â she said.
âWell, itâs