“I’ll buy that for you if you’ll shut up about it,” declared Joe desperately.
“I don’t want you to. I can buy it myself, for that matter. It—it’s beating Frank that matters.”
“And only the other day you were saying that you were sorry for him!”
“Well, I’m not today,” said Jack grimly. “Say, where were you all the morning? I thought surely you’d come around or call up.”
“Most of the morning I was in Detroit,” answered Joe soberly.
“In Detroit! What do you mean, Detroit?”
“Detroit, Michigan. There isn’t any other, is there?”
“You mean you’ve been to Detroit today?” asked Jack incredulously. Joe shook his head.
“I came from there today. I went last night.”