Nielsen fell back with a philosophic sigh. “All is unfair when bad puns make their appearance.”
It did not take the young men long to make their choice of breakfast. Erna went away.
“Come back soon!” pleaded Breen.
“In a wink,” she called back.
Breen started drumming on the table; Nielsen looked across at him and hummed a pleasant tune. “You’re a clever individual,” he observed.
“Why?”
“You’re not going to have her pose, old Sly Fox.”
“Certainly not, thou reader of souls.”
“I thought not.”
“But I’m only carrying out our program of last night. You seem to have forgotten it.”