“Miss LaSalle? Yes, I’ve met her. She’s pretty good at tossing down a drink herself.”
“I hear that she’s good in other departments as well.”
“I wouldn’t know about that,” I said.
“A gentleman, too,” she remarked. “Well, that’s one thing Harry wasn’t. Sometimes he’d come home while I was still up. He’d have a couple or three drinks and then he’d start telling me how great she was. I never knew whether it was true or whether he did it to make himself look better. Either way, it made no difference, so I’d let him talk. Finish your drink, Mr. March, and you can look through his room.”
I picked up the glass and downed the bourbon. It made my eyes blink a little, but I managed it. Then I stood up.
“This way,” she said, and walked toward the rear of the apartment. I followed her until we cam
