"Hm-m-m," Dorothy said slowly. "What do you do as an FBI agent, anyhow? Dig up spies?"
"Oh, no," Malone said. "We've got enough trouble with the live ones. We don't go around digging anybody up. Believe me." He paused, feeling dimly that the conversation was beginning to get out of control. "Have I told you that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met?" he said at last.
"No," Dorothy said. "Not yet, anyway. But I was expecting it."
"You were?" Malone said, disappointed.
"Certainly," Dorothy said. "You've been drinking. As a matter of fact, you've managed to get quite a head start."
Malone hung his head guiltily. "True," he said in a low voice. "Too true. Much too true."
Dorothy nodded, downed her drink and waved to the bartender. "Wally, bring me a double this time."
"A double?"
"Sure," Dorothy said. "I've got to do some fast catching-up on Mr. Malone here."
"Call me Ken," Malone muttered.