Call on me, anyhow.

I shall be glad to see you any time." The words, "anything crooked going on," rang in Mrs.Douglas's ears long after the elevator door had clanged shut and her new friend had gone.

She was visibly perturbed.

And the more she thought about it the more perturbed she became.
She had carried on a mild, then an ardent, flirtation with the man who had introduced himself as "Mr.White"-- really Lynn Munro.

But she relied on her woman's instinct in her judgment of him.