Myra put on her hat. She said: "Good night."
"Good night, darling," said Eleanor. "And go straight home, sweet."
Myra said cynically: "I suppose you think that somebody might shoot me!"
"No, dear," said Eleanor. "I was thinking of wandering wolves of the male s*x. You look good enough to eat."
Myra said: "Nuts!" Not unpleasantly. She went on: "Paris will be on in a minute. There's some information to be passed on. There's a cut-out line to a number in Saint Brieuc. It's all on the pad. The Villa Côte d'Azur. O'Mara, Guelvada, de Sarieux. The check number is the date, plus the number of the day of the week, plus one for O'Mara, two for Guelvada and three for the Countess. Got that?"
Eleanor said: "I'm ahead of you."
Myra closed the door gently behind her. Eleanor changed the plug in t
