He was uncertain as to the soundness of this position, but it baffled him, nevertheless.
"Oh, all right," he agreed lamely. "Have it any way you like. I—I suppose Aunt Caroline will raise the devil, so I'll get it good from somebody, anyhow."
"You will tell her about it, then?" she asked.
"Who? Me? Do I act crazy?"
"Then you will leave it to your valet, perhaps," suggested Mary.
Bill involuntarily tensed his shoulder muscles.
"Pete? He doesn't dare. I'd slaughter him."
"Then how is your aunt going to know, Mr. Marshall?"
Bill turned and stared down at her.