“She wants to talk with you. Cod knows what it is you do to women, Donald, but they fall for you — and you fall for them. You want to be careful with this girl, Donald. She’s dynamite.”
“What do you mean, she’s dynamite?”
“She’s all tied up with that deputy district attorney. If he ever turned the heat on her, she d talk.”
“You mean about us?”
“Yes.”
“I think she’d be loyal to us.”
“Not to us, lover, to you. And you’ve got to be careful that young deputy doesn’t make her fall for him.”
I said, “I want to talk with Marian. Where is she?”
Bertha Cool handed me a slip of paper with the address of an apartment house. “Our client is awfully worried, Donald, but he has a lot of confidence in you. I’m glad you had that talk with him.”
I said, “So am I. I’m going to see Marian.”