I thought you would be surprised.” There was a mocking expression in the dark eyes and the smile was calculated.
“How’s the drug cure going?” I asked, watching her. “I’ve always heard a dopie should lay off liquor.”
She continued to smile, but her eyes were not amused.
“You shouldn’t believe all you hear.”
I drank some of the whisky. It was very strong. I shuddered and put the glass on the table.
“I don’t. I hope you don’t either.”
We sat for a long moment, looking at each other. She had the knack of making her face expressionless without losing her loveliness which was quite an achievement.
“Don’t let’s get complicated. I’m here to talk to you. You’re making a lot of trouble. Isn’t it time you took your little spade and dug in someone else’s graveyard?”
I made believe to think this over.
“Are you just asking or is this a proposition?” I said finally.