"No morbid curiosity? I'm glad of that."
"'Glad?' Why?"
"Oh, well, just because," he blurted.
Clancy looked demurely downward, fixing a button on her glove. For a moment, there was silence. Then Clancy rose to her feet. She held out her hand to Vandervent.
"You've been so kind," she said. "If you'd arrested me for my silly joke, you'd have done to me what I deserved to have happen."
"Not at all," he said. "I feel that—that maybe I scared you when I came in——"
"Not a bit. I was—tired."
"You must let me take you home," he said.
She shook her head.
"I've troubled you enough. Please!"—as he seemed about to insist. "I'm really all right."