Well, this was it. I’d done the best I could.
I opened the door.
Alta Ashbury was standing on the threshold. “Hello,” she said.
I held the door open for her. “This,” I said, “isn’t a good place for you to be.”
“Why not?”
“Lots of reasons. For one thing, the detectives are looking for me.”
“Dad told me.”
“For another thing, if they should find us here, the newspapers could make a nice story of it.”
“You mean a love nest?”
“That’s right.”