A little gasp came over the wire at his greeting. “How on earth did you know it was I?”
“I’ve been expecting your call. We have unfinished business, you know, you and I.”
She said, “Yes,” very quickly and eagerly, then paused for a long moment before continuing rapidly. “Mr. Bates has been telling me everything about the man who pretended he was you and all. And I realize I owe you an apology for having even suspected last night that you had intentionally given me the wrong key to — you know — to get me to come there and—” Her voice trailed off.
“Looking back on it now,” said Shayne pleasantly, “it doesn’t seem such a bad idea.”
Again there was a pause, a brief one. “That is sort of what I’ve been thinking, too,” she said with new warmth.
“Good. If you’re sticking around Miami for a while, why don’t we try it again some night?”
“That is what I wanted to talk about. I’m going back tonight. I’m all packed, and if you’re not doing anything special, I thought I might stop in to apologize in person.”
“I’m not doing anything special,” he assured her in a mellow tone, “except getting up right now to mix us a drink. Sidecars suit you?”
“Oh, yes. A sidecar will be wonderful.”
“You know your way and the room number,” he reminded her. “Don’t be too long.”