“This is John Milo,” I said.
“Where are you?”
“In town.”
“Come up.”
“Okay,” I said and hung up.
I went on to the hotel and stopped to talk to the clerk. He said that he could arrange for me to rent a car and that it would be there in thirty minutes. He was as good as his word.
I drove up into the hills. The same houseboy opened the door and led the way up to Mei’s apartment on the second floor. She was waiting for me in the living room. She stood until the door closed behind me and then she was in my arms.
“Ah, these scrutable Orientals,” I said, when she finally stepped away from me.
“Foreign Devil,” she said in Chinese, laughing as she walked across the room. “You know where the bar is. Ply the daughter of the House of Hsu with strong drink.” I mixed two dry martinis and carried
