"I should have tried to persuade you not to go," she conceded.
"Sure. I knew it." And Bill grinned.
The taxi stopped in front of the Marshall home. He helped her out, paid the driver and followed her up the steps. His night-key effected a noiseless entrance. Once inside, Bill beckoned her to the library.
"I want to thank you for doing all you did," he said humbly. "I feel awfully mean about it."
"About getting arrested?"
"No. That's nothing. About dragging you to court. It was a mighty square thing for you to do. I'm grateful—honestly."
"I simply did it for business reasons, Mr. Marshall."
"Business?" he repeated, with a frown of disappointment.
"Of course. Don't you see the point?"
He shook his head.