She smiled. “I know. Watch your step in Shreveport”
Chapter Fifteen
It was around eight o’clock in the evening when I rang the buzzer on the apartment at the address given me in Edna Cutler’s letter.
A feminine voice came drifting down through the little telephone set. “Who is it, please?”
I placed the transmitter to my lips. “A representative of the Silkwear Importation Company.”
“I thought you were in New Orleans.”
“We have branches all over the country — special field representatives.”
“Couldn’t you come tomorrow?”
“No. I’m making a swing through this section of the state.”
“Well, I can’t see you tonight.”