"Tell him to bill the FBI," Malone said. "Call him collect and he can bill the phone call, too." "All right, Ken," Luba said at last. "I'll try." She went off to make the call, and came back in a few minutes. "O.K.?" Malone said. She smiled at him, very gently. "O.K.," she said. "Now let's go in to dinner, before I get any hungrier and the Great Universal loses some of its paneling." Dinner, Malone told himself, was going to be wonderful. He was alone with Luba, and he was in a fancy, fine, expensive place. He was …
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