Chapter 6
On Friday afternoon he drove to the address which Yvette had written on the scrap and given him. He was astounded by the size of the apartment house. Reaching up toward the clouds, it was a genuine skyscraper-built by some Italian immigrant who had started with a shoestring and become a construction czar. Maurice admired the plush carpeting and tile work as he entered the lobby.
He rode the elevator upward until it reached the nineteenth floor and deposited him automatically at a hallway. He knocked bravely upon Yvette's door.
A wad of saliva caught in his throat and stuck at the larynx as he watched the girl appear in front of him. The robe which she wore had a fuzzy texture to it but otherwise could best be described as transparent.
"Hi, there," he rasped.
"Hell-Jo!"
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