CHAPTER IVPORTRAIT OF A “G” MAN
Sittin’ in the car, drivin’ easy with Henrietta smokin’ a cigarette an’ lookin’ straight ahead in front of her, I was feelin’ pretty good. I was thinkin’ that if there wasn’t so much crime mixed up with this “G” business it would be a swell sorta job.
After a bit I ask her if she wants to go any place in particular, an’ she says no, but that if we keep ahead an’ take a turn right pretty soon we will come to some dump where they are open all night an’ that she guesses that we might as well drink some coffee while we are talkin’.
I take a peek at her sideways, an’ I’m tellin’ you that this dame is certainly the goods. She has got that peculiar sort of way of talkin’ an’ doin’ everything that gets you guessin’. Most dames woulda been hot to know what I wante
