"Miss Norcross Gets the Goods"
As minutes passed the silence became more than he could endure. Why didn't she say something? Why didn't she flay him alive and be done with it? He could stand that; it would not be pleasant, of course, yet it could be borne. But no; she sat staring straight in front of her, wordless, even oblivious.
"Oh, say—go to it!" he blurted.
"I beg your pardon."
"Have it out; hand it to me—mop me up."
She turned to look at him briefly as they passed a brightly lighted corner, then resumed her former pose.
"Well, aren't you going to?" he pleaded.
"I don't know that there is anything for me to say," she answered.
"Yes, there is; you're full of it," insisted Bill. "I can tell by the way you're acting. I'll stand for it. Go on."
"I'm not sure that I care to, Mr. Marshall."