“Gimme a ring, for Heaven’s sake!”
“I ain’t got none,” protested a weary voice.
“You have. I saw it.”
“I ain’t goin’ to take it offen my hand.”
“If you don’t I’ll kill you.”
There was a gasp and Perry felt a huge affair of rhinestone and brass inserted into his hand.
Again he was nudged from the outside.
“Speak up!”
“I do!” cried Perry quickly.
He heard Betty’s responses given in a debonair tone, and even in this burlesque the sound thrilled him.