Chapter 9
‘CLUB CALDERON,’ the girl told the taximan and added the exact address. Her manner was direct and business-like. Dene had the impression that, having secured his services as escort, she meant to waste no time on social amenities. Scarcely were they under way when she opened her bag and sought to thrust some money upon him. ‘...to pay the check,’ she explained briskly.
Dene waved the twenty-dollar bill aside. ‘Please don’t trouble about that,’ he said.
Nevertheless, she continued to hold out the note. ‘Don’t be absurd,’ she retorted crisply. ‘Of course, you’ve got to take it.’
He laughed. ‘Really, I’d rather not. I’m tickled to death to be seeing New York under such expert guidance. I consider this part of my education...’
She did not follow him into his bantering tone. ‘You
