He paused. ‘As a matter of fact, I went to the Club Calderon...’ He watched her face for her reaction to the name.
The allusion passed her by. ‘Was Hermie there?’
‘No...’
She was silent: the waiter was setting down her coffee. She waited for the man to depart, then said, in a matter-of-fact voice, ‘Did you tell anyone your name at Mike’s tonight— anyone except me, that is?’
‘No,’ he answered, and reflected that it was only at the club that Nancy had heard it.
‘Or that you were just off the boat from England?’
She knew about that wireless, then. ‘No,’ he said.
She nodded her blonde head sagely. ‘Okay. Don’t go back to Mike’s, Trev...’
‘Why not?’
‘Because...’ She broke off and poured cream in her coffee.
‘Not much of a reason, is it?’ His tone was deliberately light. ‘Why shouldn’t
