Chapter 15
THIS time he was using a Checker cab. He felt that on the whole the Checker hackers were not quite as alert as Yellow hackers, and besides there were no radios in the Checkers. He dismounted in front of the Club D’Arcy and asked the driver to wait. He had to do this because he didn’t have a dime, and the fare came to a dollar-eighty-five.
The hacker was a trifle suspicious. You sure you’re coming back, mister?”
“I always come back,” McCloud assured him. He reconnoitered the modernistic facade of the D’Arcy.
At the moment the trend of patrons was outward. Somewhere inside, an excellent orchestra was playing what was apparently the last number of the evening, “Goodbye, Now.” It was just two o’clock, the legal closing hour, and Duke D’Arcy was as careful about appearances as th
