“The more I thought it over, the more peculiar it sounded. It began to look to me very much as though you were — well—”
“Trying to slip something over?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“So what?”
“So I came to see you.”
“That’s all?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
The elevator cage slid to a stop. I said, “Probably not. We’ll talk down in the lobby.”
“Isn’t that terribly public?”
“Yes.”