“I don’t anticipate much trouble,” said Shirley. “Of course you never can tell just what will happen, and for that reason I am going to take my little pocket revolver.”
“Then I shall take mine, too,” said Mabel.
“That is hardly necessary,” said Shirley, “for, of course, I shall see Mr. Jones alone.”
“Aren’t you going to let me go with you?” demanded Mabel.
“No,” said Shirley, “that might spoil everything. Mr. Jones might suspect something even if he didn’t recognize either of us.”
“But I can’t let you face the danger alone,” protested Mabel.
“Who said anything about danger?” demanded Shirley.
“Why, didn’t you?” asked Mabel.
“No.”
“Then why do you take your revolver?”