"I think so too. If we don't I think somebody's going to get hurt and you never know, it might be you." He sat back and closed his eyes. He thought life was always amusing if you gave it the chance. He listened to the tinkle of the ice as she mixed the drink. She brought it over—a Cuba Libre in a long, straight, hand-cut glass. The slice of orange poised delicately on top of the crushed ice.
She said: "I think you'll feel better after that. And I'd like to know what you think."
Isles said: "Just give me a minute, will you? I have had a rather disturbing day up to the moment." He drank half the drink slowly and appreciatively. Then he said: "I'll tell you what I think. I think you are a very attractive and very beautiful woman. I think you've got plenty of everything. I'm very interested
