LOLA was the quickest to recover.
“What do you mean . . . Frog tap? Got that Frog stuff roaming loose in your head, haven’t you?”
“It is a new accomplishment,” said Dick with mock gravity. “A thirty-third degree Frog taught me. It’s the signal the old Grand Master Frog gives when he enters the presence of his inferiors.”
“Your thirty-third degree Frog is probably lying,” said Lola, her colour returning. “Anyway, Mills——”
“I never mentioned Mills,” said Dick.
“I know it was he. His arrest was in the newspapers.”
“It hasn’t even appeared in the newspapers,” said Dick, “unless it was splashed in The Frog Gazette—probably on the personality page.”
He inclined his head toward the girl. Ray, for the moment, he would have ignored if the young man had not taken a step toward him.
“Do you want anything, Gordon?” he asked.
“I want a private talk with you, Bennett,” said Dick.