"What?"
"Oh, just something. Business."
"Why were his eyes red?"
"Were they?" He looked at her innocently, and then suddenly they both began to laugh. Jaqueline rose and walked around the desk and plumped down into his swivel chair.
"You might as well tell me," she announced cheerfully, "because I'm going to stay right here till you do."
"Well—" he hesitated, frowning. "He wanted me to do him a little favor."
Then Jaqueline understood, or rather her mind leaped half accidentally to the truth.
"Oh." Her voice tightened a little. "You've been lending him some money."
"Only a little."
"How much?"