"You frighten me," she said, shuddering prettily.
"That is precisely what I wish to do," I went on stolidly.
"Threats!"
I shrugged. "You underestimate him, that's all."
"Perhaps. You know, Mr. Canby, that you improve vastly on acquaintance. If you were younger—" She paused and looked at me slantwise.
"Ingenuous, handsome, a fighting god—!"
I could have bitten out my tongue the moment I had spoken the words, and the dark look she shot at me as she flashed around gave a measure of her latent deviltry.
"Jerry told you that!" she said in tones half-suppressed.
"No."
"He did."