"Get late coming home and have no lights? Not often."
"I'm glad of that—I'm sure it's very dangerous. Good whips like myself aren't as common as blackberries. And so few tramps one meets nowadays can drive really well."
"I don't look as if I'd got any money, do I?"
"Well, you don't look anything just now, as it's too dark to see; but you sound like a wrist-watch and a chain—purse."
"How did you know?"
"Intuition," I said carelessly. "You see I'm a boy-scout."
"Feel."
She laid a slim, warm wrist against my cheek. I distinctly felt the cold round glass of a wrist-watch.
"And I've got a chain-purse in my bag." "Ah!"
"Go on, boy-scout. Tell me what I look like in the daytime."