“However,” she interrupted determinedly, “you could at least have phoned me as soon as you got home. I’ve been sitting here expecting a call every minute. What happened? Where did you go? I waited at the Arena until the cleaning people nearly swept me out.”
“Good lord! I told you to go on home.”
“I know, but after you disappeared down that ramp I figured you to come up again. You never did.”
“Darling—”
“Don’t darling me. After the police went down and never came up again either, I went out to find your car, and that was gone too.”
“You poor baffled child,” he commiserated tenderly. “Hoppy and I took it. There was another exit. Several, in fact—”
“I happen to have figured that out quite some time ago,” she said sweetly. “What happened? What was that shouting and crashing going on down there?”
“Oh, that,” the Saint murmured. “Doc Spangler lost his key, so I suppose the police had to break down the door.”
“Lost his key! What key?”
“The key I have in my pocket.”