“Don’t do it. Look up at me and laugh. Slow down. Here, let’s stop and look in this window.”
We paused, looked casually in a store window, then started walking again. Slowly I guided her around the corner.
“Know anyone else here?” I asked.
“No.”
I said, “Okay, we go into a restaurant and eat. Had dinner?”
“No. We were just going out for dinner when you rang the bell. Edna was just out of the tub.”
We strolled along the street. Once or twice she tried to ask me questions. I told her to wait. We found a good-looking restaurant with booths, went in, and selected a quiet booth off in the comer away from the door. The waiter brought a menu, and I ordered two daiquiri cocktails.
The waiter withdrew.
I said, “Keep your voice down low. Tell me How much you know about Edna’s little scheme.”
“Nothing,” she said. “It happened just the way you doped it out, only I didn’t know she was expecting any papers to be served on her.”