“We’ll stop at a drugstore and telephone.”
I said, “Let’s go up and see Marian,” and then watched Bertha Cool’s face out of the corner of my eye.
She said, “No, lover, we can’t go see Marian.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll explain to you later. You haven’t seen the morning papers.”
I said, “No, I’ve been on the job all night.”
“I know, Donald. Now listen, we can’t go to the office. We can’t go to your place. We can’t go to Marian’s place. I’ll telephone for a taxi. You go back and tell the relief operators to telephone reports in to me at the Westmount Hotel. We’ll go there.”
I said, “What’s in the morning papers? I’d better buy one.”
“Not now, lover,” she said. “Just keep your mind on this.”
I said, “All right. You get the cab and pick me up.”