“Yes. Oh, you have no idea yet how important it is.”
“You were a long time in the booth,” he said.
A mysterious smile flittered across her face. “I thought of another person I wished to talk to. That person was hard to get.”
“Long distance?”
“It proved necessary to use long distance.”
Then she caught a glimpse of the figure across the street. “There’s Mr. Alcatrante,” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I have just had a talk with him.”
Her face showed concern.
“Don’t let him worry you, dear,” he added. “He will try to balk us. We must expect that. But I think I can take care of him.”
“I believe it,” she said, softly.