The Adventurer's gray eyes lighted with a whimsical smile.
“Nearly all!” he said softly. “And—er—Sparrow, suppose you go and find a taxi!”
“Me? Sure! Of course! Sure!” said the Sparrow hurriedly, and retreated through the door.
She felt the blood flood her face, and she tried to avert it.
He bent his head close to hers.
“Rhoda,” his voice was low, passionate, “I—”
“Wait!” she said. “Your friend—the assistant district attorney—did he come?”
“Yes,” said the Adventurer. “But I shooed them all out, as soon as we found you were not seriously hurt. I thought you had had enough excitement for one night. He wants to see you in the morning.”
“To see me”—she rose up anxiously on her elbow—“in the morning?”
He was smiling at her. His hands reached out and took her face between them, and made her look at him.