“You’re wrong about that. It took no great detective power to learn it’s on this floor. To get inside may be a different matter.”
“You’re quite right there,” said Francine with emphasis.
“What do you say? Shall we work together and let bygones be bygones?”
“Thank you, Penny, I prefer to work alone.”
“Suit yourself, Francine. I was only trying to be generous. You see, I have an admittance card to the Green Room.”
“I don’t believe it!”
Flashing a gay smile, Penny held up the ticket for Francine to see.
“How did you get it?” the reporter gasped. “I’ve tried—”
“A little bird dropped it on my window sill. Too bad you didn’t decide to work with me.”
Penny walked on down the corridor, and Francine made no attempt to follow. When she glanced back over her shoulder the reporter had descended the stairway to the lobby.