"I'll buy you a cocktail in a few hours," he said, "and prove it."
"I love you," she said.
"But I wasn't fooling about anything else I said last night. Don't accept any other invitations. Don't go to any strange places. Don't believe anything you're told. After you got yourself thought about with me last night, anything could happen. So please be careful."
"I will."
"I'll call you back."
"If you don't," she said, "I'll haunt you."
He hung up.
But it had happened. And the dream was real, and it~was all true, and it was good that way. He worked with his cigarette for a while.
Then he took the telephone again, and called room service. He ordered corned beef hash and eggs, toast and marmalade and coffee. He felt good. Then he revived the operator and said: "After that you can get me a call to Washington. Imperative five, five hundred. Extension five. Take your time."
He was towelling himself after a swift stinging shower when the bell rang.