“Here’s a bottle of so-called Dewar that I picked up at Cedar Hill this afternoon. There’s a bottle of King George in my bag. What’s your choice?”

She voted for King George. We had a drink apiece, straight, and I said:

“Sit down and play with it while I change clothes.”

When I came out of the bathroom twenty-five minutes later she was sitting at the secretary, smoking a cigarette and studying a memoranda book that had been in a side pocket of my gladstone bag.

“I guess these are the expenses you’ve charged up on other cases,” she said without looking up. “I’m damned if I can see why you can’t be more liberal with me. Look, here’s a six-hundred-dollar item marked ‘Inf.’ That’s information you bought from somebody, isn’t it? And here’s a hundred and fifty below it⁠—‘Top’⁠—whatever that is. And here’s another day when you spent nearly a thousand dollars.”