You May Well Wonder, Marty

You May Well Wonder, MartyThe Bartender put his thick hand over the telephone."You have a guest at the desk, Mr. Braden," he said. "A Mr. Nichols.""Have Tony bring him up," Arthur Braden said."Bring the gentleman up," the bartender said softly. He let the phone slip out of his hand into its cradle.Arthur Braden stared into his martini. Floating on its crystal surface, oily, perfect, he counted, not counting, the globes of essence of lemon. He waited."...