“What you mean,” Pete grumbled, “is that you want to catch that phantom all by yourself—in case he’s carrying a rare gun.”
“Now, don’t be cynical,” said Timuroff. “Think it over—the last place you ought to turn up for a while is Grimwood’s.”
“Tim, can you spare me?” put in Olivia eagerly. “Pete and I haven’t been away together for a year.”
Timuroff smiled at her. “I’ll arrange with Heck to lend me Muriel Fawzi. Even if she can’t learn to type, she can at least do a belly dance for customers.”
Olivia giggled. “Just wait till I tell Mr. Karazoglu and Mr. Asterisk. The three of you are going to have a ball.” Suddenly the air had cleared. Though Pete was looking at Timuroff suspiciously, even he was more cheerful. “Tim, you wouldn’t be trying to get me out of here so you can pull something
