“The way I feel right now, two cocktails and a steak would make a new woman of me.”
“Going to trade in the old model?” Mason asked.
“I’m thinking of it. What am I offered?”
“Two cocktails and a steak.”
“Sold.”
Laughing, she took his arm, and they started up the street together. She said, “My knees are wobbly. I’ve got the jitters. I need a drink, but I’m still hungry.”
“You’ll get accustomed to corpses after a while,” he told her.
“Yes. Working for a man who isn’t content to sit back and let a case develop, but has to go out and develop it, has its decided drawbacks.”
Mason said, “One of the first rules of secretarial efficiency is never to find fault with the boss when he’s about to buy a meal.”
“Isn’t a secretary entitled to her necessary traveling expenses?”