“Where now?” she asked, as I settled beside her.
“Drive up here nice and slow and stop on the bend. Eudora’s place is that white and blue abomination on the right,” I said, and as the car moved forward I rapidly told her what had happened. “I have an idea she might communicate with someone,” I concluded. “I may be wrong, but I think it’ll be worth while keeping on eye on her for the next couple of hours. The only way to watch the house without getting the neighbours in an uproar is for us to be a courting couple. That’s something they all understand in this district.”
“Pity you had to pick on me,” Paula said coldly.
“Well, I couldn’t very well pick on Kerman,” I said, a little peeved. “Let me tell you some girls would jump at the opportunity.”
“Can I help it if some girls have queer tastes?” she asked, pulling up on the bend. “Is this right?”
“Yeah. Now for the love of mike, relax. You’re supposed to be enjoying this.” I slid my arm round the back of her neck. She leaned against me and stared moodily down the road at the cabin. I might just as well have necked with a dressmaker’s dummy. “Can’t you work up a little enthusiasm?” And I tried to nibble her ear.
“That may go down big with your other girl friends,” she said icily, jerking away, “but it doesn’t with me. If you’ll open the glove compartment you’ll find some whisky and a couple of sandwiches in there. That might keep you more suitably employed.”
I unwound my arm from her neck and dived into the glove compartment.
“You think of everything,” I said, beginning to munch. “This is the only thing in the world that’d stop me kissing you.”
“I knew that,” she said tartly. “That’s why I brought it.”