Friday sat on the edge of her desk, fixing her hair. Harry was tying his tie.
“After the detective notices his assistant,” Friday asked, “what happens then? Happily ever after?”
“First,” Harry said, “the detective solves the mystery.”
“And if there is no mystery?”
“There’s always a mystery.”
Harry kissed Friday and headed out of the office.
“Where are you going?” Friday asked.
“Got to see a man about a hearse,” Harry said.
The door closed. Then, after a moment, reopened. Harry reached in, grabbed his hat from the clothes tree, fit it on his head, pulling it low over his right eye, and closed the door behind him.
Friday hesitated. Then, she grabbed her hat and coat, turned off the light, and hurried out of the office.