“That guy’s got nurses on the brain,” I said, relaxing. “Oh well, let’s forget him. I guess we’ll all get drunk. It’s a fine welcome to find your job’s been thrown in your face.” Myra finished her drink, gasped, and then waved violently to the barman. “Don’t you dare blame me,” she said. “I didn’t lose you your mouldy job.”
“I never said you did,” I said wearily. “Well, I’ve got to think of something…”
“You’re going to help me find this blonde harridan. How would you like that?” she asked.
“It’s an idea,” I said. “But, not a very profitable one.”
The barman came over.
“Four Tiger breaths,” Myra said. “And make them large ones.”
“You like it, madam?” The barman showed his pleasure.
“No,” Myra said, with a shudder. “But it likes me.”
I looked at the other two. “What have we got out of this so far? A couple of miracles and a talking dog. Surely, we can turn that little lot into hard cash?”
Ansell said, “We’ve got a great deal more than that. The first thing to do is to find Hamish Shumway and the girl who’s impersonating Myra. We must waste no time in doing it.”