“But, darling,” I said hastily, “I thought it was you. There was a look in her eyes and…”
“You mean, I haven’t encouraged you?” Myra said seriously. “I suppose I haven’t,” and she reached up and kissed me.
“The proposal still stands,” I said, a few minutes later. “Will you consider it?”
“I will,” she said. “And now I want some undies. Will you take me somewhere where I can buy them?”
“We’ve got to be quick,” I said. “If the cops…”
“I can’t go around like this,” Myra said firmly. “We’ve just got to take a chance.”
At the end of the alley, I spotted a taxi and I waved. Just as we go in, Whisky came bounding up. He scrambled in as we drove off.
Chapter SEVENTENN
“WHERE to, boss?” the driver asked, as soon as we had settled down.
“Keep driving,” I returned, shoving Whisky’s foot out of my chest. “I’ll tell you when I’ve had time to think.”