"I know Guido," she answered. "I can get the truth out of him."
"You can try."
She stood up. "I'll take a cab," she said.
"What?" He rose himself. "You're not going there now?"
"When else? I'm sorry, it's a shabby way to treat you, but do you think something like this can wait?"
"A murderer is hanging around that place," he said. "You can see Guido tomorrow at your parents', but tonight I won't have it."
She grinned. There was even a little humor in the expression. "What do you plan to do?"
"Call the police!" he rapped.
She said like a sword: "By the time you've explained all the ins and outs to them, I'll have taken him elsewhere. And you needn't bother speaking to either of us again."
He took her by the wrist. "Let me go," she said, almost casually.