“Oh, yes.”
“Where shall I meet you — if the bank isn’t open?”
“Right by that street door over there.”
I said, “Thank you very much, Miss Fenn, and I appreciate what you’ve done very much.”
I raised my hat, walked out of the bank, went up to the hotel, put a Do Not Disturb sign on my room, rang up the telephone operator, told her to call me at 4:30, and tumbled into bed for a two-hour sleep.
Chapter Five
Roberta Fenn was on time to the minute. She came out looking trim, tailored, and cool. Her steady, hazel eyes were amused about something, as though there were a joke she might have shared if she’d wanted to.
I motioned to the cab driver who was waiting at the curb, and he jumped out and held the door open for us.
Settled back against the cushions, Roberta flashed me a quick glance and said, “So you’re a detective?”
“Uh huh.”