“I’m a detective,” he said gravely.
“Really?” She laughed scornfully. “As though you’d say so if you were.”
“Yeh,” he agreed lamely, “I guess that doesn’t go over so well.” He turned to face her squarely. “Suppose I give you an opportunity to find out more about me. You might show me some of the high spots around the city. I’ll foot the bills and you can play your little guessing game. How about starting tonight?”
“Oh, I’d love it,” she breathed, “but—” She sighed and a shadow crossed her face. “I have an engagement tonight. Tomorrow night, maybe. I should be getting dressed right now.”
“Enter the boy friend,” Shayne growled.
“No — nothing like that.”
“Then break the date.”
“I’m having a couple of girls in to dinner. They won’t stay late. If you’re still footloose after ten-thirty or eleven—”
Shayne said, “I’ll be around.”
“Grand,” she cried, “I’ll get rid of them early.”