“No.” Granquist shook her head very seriously. “It might’ve been a copper who tailed us from your hotel, or it might’ve been one of—”
Kells interrupted her suddenly: “Did you leave the stuff in your apartment?”
“Certainly not.”
Kells said: “Anyway — we’ve got to do whatever’s to be done with it tonight. I’m getting the noon train tomorrow.”
“We’re getting the noon train.”
Kells smiled, looked at her a little while. He said: “When you can watch a lady eat oysters and still think she’s swell — that’s love.”
He ordered the rest of the dinner.
Granquist carried a smart black bag. She opened it and took out a big silver flask, poured drinks under the table.
The dinner was very good.
After a while, Granquist said with sudden and exaggerated seriousness: “I haven’t told you the story of my life!”