He eyed her doubtfully.
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"All right, then; but—I'd like to."
She became mockingly stern.
"I've interrupted the course of justice enough for one day. Some other time, perhaps."
"There'll be another time?" he asked eagerly.
"Well"—she was doubtful—"I can't promise."
"But we might have luncheon together. Or tea? Or dinner?" He was flatteringly eager.
"I'll see," said Clancy.