“Of course!”
“And he expected to be duly paid for this—er—service he rendered you?” asked Gerry, seeming to persist in his determination that things should not be made too easy for her.
“No, he declined to have the matter of money come into it at all,” Teddie rather falteringly acknowledged.
“Then what was the understanding?”
“There was no understanding.”
“Then what did he do, when the thing was over?”
A silence fell between them.
“He kissed me,” slowly acknowledged truthful Teddie, flushing up to the tiptilted brim of her hat.
Gerry swung sharply about. He swung about and stared out of the skyscraper window.
“He had no reason, no excuse, for doing anything like that!” supplemented the tingling Teddie.