"Your earlobes—" I began.
"The phone, James."
"Your shoulders—"
"James? Don't you think you'd better answer it?"
So I sighed and handed her the glass and told her not to hold it till I got back or she'd melt the ice. I crossed the room to the telephone.
"City morgue," I said.
"Uh—unh—"
"Hullo Willy," I said, recognizing the stammer.
While he gulped and stuttered a couple more times I threw a kiss to the lady. She failed to throw it back because she was placing a bet with herself that Willy was short for Wilhelmina.
Willy straightened his tongue out. "Jim, I've got to see you."