I said, “That time I wasn’t referring to the films. I was talking about your figure.”
She made as if to throw a book at me, but she couldn’t keep the twinkle out of her eyes.
“So you haven’t heard from Stanwick Carlton?” I asked.
She smiled and shook her head and said, “I suspect Stan-wick doesn’t like me. After all I’m linked with Minerva’s purple past.”
“Did she have one?”
“Don’t be silly. He’s jealous, possessive and suspicious.”
I said, “You might read the rest of your paper.”
“Why?”
“Minerva was found dead in the KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT, an auto court about eight or ten miles outside of the city. She…”
Claire Bushnell dashed to the little smoking stand, whipped the paper open, tossing the comic section and the magazine part to the floor. I pointed to the account of the love-pact slaying.