“Better phone,” I said. “Then the cab will be here by the time you get downstairs.”
She phoned for a taxi, and I pulled up a chair to nut my feet on, and slid down into the cushions of the big chair in which I was sitting.
“Now let’s get this straight,” I said. “Just what are you going to do?”
“Why, tell them exactly what you told me to.”
“And you won’t break down in the middle of it, and get confused, and then when they start questioning you, tell them that you’re doing something someone told you to do, and then start bawling and tell them about me?”
“No, of course not.”
“How do you know you won’t?”
“Because I can lie when I have to.”
“Ever had any experience?” I asked.
“Lots.”