I feel a sequence coming on. So spoiler alert if you are intending to read Savage Night and want to discover these for yourself. It wouldn’t bother me to be happening upon and hearing again:

There was a hatchet-faced dame with him – a dame in a stiff black satin dress and a hat that looked like a lamp shade. I took off my hat and smiled at her, wondering why some dairy hadn’t snapped her up to sour their cream for them.