CHAPTER 20AFTER THE POLICEWOMEN had taken the President away in a paddy wagon, Admiral Hansen ran into trouble, himself, in the waiting room. He had asked the girl at the desk to page Miss Dessy Monas, when he turned to find trouble in the form of a very large black policewoman holding a long billy club at both ends and standing spraddle-legged before him. The legs that jutted from beneath the blue serge miniskirt resembled two old-fashioned pot-bellied stoves, the only connotation of warmth anywhere about her.
“Picking up somebody’s baggage, Charlie?”
“No. I’m waiting an answer to a page.”
“You don’t wait here. This is the ladies’ waiting room. You wait over there.”
She swung the billy club in a flipping arc and pointed it toward a door marked MEN.
“I don’t have to go to the men’s ro
