“No, I’ll handle that myself.”
“I had a call from the New York office telling me to let you draw any expense money you wanted.”
“I may be dropping around for it,” I said. “Thanks for the assist. I’ll call or see you in the next day or two.”
Next I called the hotel in Beverly Hills. When the operator answered, I asked for Lillian Cassidy.
“Hello,” she said after a minute.
“Are you alone?” I asked.
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Milo March.”
“You’ve got more guts than brains,” she said. “Are you tired of living or something?”
“No. I just don’t have the patience for the usual methods. I find that things work a little faster if I do some pushing.”
“Okay, honey, but you don’t push a bottle of nitro. And you didn’t do me any favor with that offer. I’m getting the fish eye all the time now. I trie
