The elevator operator smirked knowingly, when he asked for
Warren's apartment. "You-all can go right up, boss. He's
holdin' forth for another of dem high sassiety shindigs to-night.
Dat gemman alluz has too many callin' to bother with the
telephone when he has a party. You don't need no announcin'."
The man directed him to the door on the left. Closed as it was
the sounds of merrymaking emanated into the corridor. Shirley's
pressure on the bell was answered by Shine Taylor's startled
face. Warren stood behind him. The surprise of the pair amused
Shirley, but their composure bespoke trained self-control.
"I'm sorry to be late," was the criminologist's greeting. "But I
came up to apologize for not being able to bring Miss Marigold.
We missed connections somewhere, and I couldn't find her."
"I am so pleased to have you with us anyway. We'll try to get
along without her--" but Warren was interrupted to his
discomfiture.
A silvery laugh came from the hallway behind him. Helene
Marigold waved a champagne glass at Shirley.
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