"Anything at my command is yours," I said.
"I have come to you," she said, "because I know that you are one of the members of the club who can keep a secret. Not that this is any tremendous affair," she added, a blush faintly touching her cheek, "but I don't care to have everybody know it."
I assured her that wild horses could not drag from me any confidence reposed.
"I want to borrow some of your clubs," she faltered.
"My clubs?"
"Yes; some old ones which you do not use regularly."
"You may have any or all the clubs I have," I assured her. "When do you wish them?"
"Right now."
She was silent a moment, and I was too mystified to frame any comment.
"I am going to tell you all about it," she impulsively declared, laying her little hand on my arm. "I want them for Mr. Wallace!"