“Wait a minute. About that bracelet…”
“Call me in the morning, Tim, you and Will Gentry. After I’ve had time to work on that torn claim check. That’s where the real bracelet is. When we get it, we’ll all go to call on Ham Barker and see what sort of deal we can work out. In the meantime…” Shayne opened the door of Lucy’s apartment and ushered the reporter out happily, “… if you want a hamburger, go order one at the nearest Greasy Spoon.”
He closed the door firmly on the departing reporter.