has a lot nicer people. All right, we'll go there if you wanta."
Tony kept most of his wardrobe at the flat. He bathed and shaved now, and dressed carefully in a well-tailored, nicely-pressed tuxedo. But when he stepped out into the living-room, there was a revolver in a shoulder holster hanging in his left arm pit, and a tiny blue steel automatic fitted snugly into his right vest pocket.
Vyvyan was quite stunning in a flashing green evening gown and a soft white cloak. They made a handsome couple as they descended to the street and entered the waiting limousine. It belonged to Tony; he had made good his promise of having a car better than his brother's and of getting it as easily.
At Ike Bloom's enormous and beautiful cabaret on Twenty-second street, they took a table at the edge of the balcony, a point of vantage from which they could see everything without being at all conspicuous themselves. And they were around at one end of the horseshoe-shaped café, so that Tony might have his back to the wall and therefore enjoy the evening more.
They had a splendid dinner, with excellent champagne, saw the sparkling if somewhat naked revue,
