“Yes,” she said, and smiled. “I guess you think I was a terrible heel.”
“It isn’t what I think; it’s what the police think.”
“The police? What have they to do with it?”
I said, “You played it pretty carefully. You went to the parking lot and got Dover Fulton’s automobile. Then you started looking for a sucker. You picked on me. You got me out to the KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT. You knew that I would register under the name of Dover Fulton. You knew that Dover Fulton and Minerva Carlton were in one of the cottages. You pretended to be drunk. You…”
“I was drunk.”
“You’re lying.”
She flushed.
I said, “Don’t be silly. We were both playing a game. You gave the waiter five dollars to bring you straight ginger ale every time you ordered Scotch and soda. I gave him ten dollars to tell me what your game was and bring me straight ginger ale every time I ordered Scotch and soda.”
“Why, you... you…”
“Exactly,” I said.