“Say, I’m in an awful hole,” he breathed to the temperamental little thing, as they glided over the floor.
“Are you?” She snuggled closer. “Anything worse than has been?”
“A heap worse! I’ve got something I simply must get rid of.”
“What is it?” she said in a thrilling whisper.
“A ring.” Hoarsely.
“No. Whose?”
“Miss Gerald’s.” More hoarsely still.
“How wildly exciting! Though I didn’t think you would rob her.” In an odd voice.
“I didn’t.”
“But you say you’ve got her ring?”