“Just for that? Gee, if I wanted to I could pull Elsa Maxwell—”
“No, not that. For keeping out of jail. How did you do it?”
I waved a hand. “I’ve got something on the DA.”
“No, really? Come and sit while I let the sun dry me, and tell me about it.”
She went and stretched out on the grassy slope, and I sat beside her. She had been doing some fast swimming but wasn’t out of breath, and her breast, with nothing but the essentials covered, rose and fell in easy smooth rhythm. Even with her eyes closed for the sun she seemed to know where I was looking, for she said complacently, “I expand three inches. If that’s not your type I’ll smoke more and get it down. Is it true that you were driving the car when it ran over Louis?”
“Nope. Not guilty.”
“Then who was?”
“I don’t know yet. Ask me tomorrow and keep on asking me. Call my secretary and make appointments so you can keep on asking me. She expands four inches.”
“Who, your secretary?”
“Yes, ma’am.”