"Any news of our Paul?" he asked.
"My agent lost the trail around midnight."
"I've got bulletins up to three A.M.--last time he called. He'd been to
Madam Blaine's--and she'd given him the runaround."
"Marcia's there," I said.
"I know. I called after that and Hattie put her on. Rough gal."
"Yeah."
"In a bad mood. Wanted me to come up."
"I went there and caught her act, personally."
Dave said, "I honest-to-God didn't think there was any need of putting
a tail on the lad. Maybe I should have. Now what?"
"Now we wait till he gets hungry, sleepy, or runs out of dough."
"I'll keep you posted from my end. I'll send Charlie over to Paul's
apartment again. Do a couple of other things. And stop by later."
"If he checks with me, I'll let you know."
"Good. I've got a meeting with my moguls right after lunch. They
are trying to dream up a cycle. Yesterday--they ran through the
Frankenstein possibilities and then got in your territory--animal
horror. You should have been there! You would have yorked parade
floats."
"You might suggest phallic worship. Remember? They could put it in the
past. You know, Mu, Atlantis, Lemuria, Ancient Rome. I doubt if the
censors would gather what it was. Think it was educational. How about a
documentary of Pompeii?"
"I'll enter it on my agenda." Dave whistled down the scale. "Some
weather! I took in my human head. It had stopped shrinking. I was
afraid it might explode."
"You better pack a little dry ice in your own hat!"
"How you feeling?"
"About like Utah."