NOTHING happened. I didn’t drop the cup, didn’t even slop over into the saucer. Either my nerves were okay, or at the moment I was practically paralyzed.
“Cream? Sugar?” the blonde asked.
“No, I take it straight. Better drop in my office sometime, ah, um, got the equipment there to do the job on you right.”
“Well, doctor, it’ll be a little difficult for me to get away from the shop during your office hours.” She studied me out of green, malicious eyes. “If you don’t mind stepping into my bedroom a minute? Then we can discuss the case over our coffee, and if necessary arrange for a more thorough examination at your office.”
Vivette Lyselle gently took the cup and saucer from my benumbed fingers, smiled over her shoulder as she led the way. How many years do they pin on a man for practic
