“We ought to, indeed.”
“I have an idea.”
“What is it, Frank?”
“Don’t laugh, Jack, will you?”
“No, I won’t laugh, Frank. This is pretty serious business. What is there to laugh at?”
“I mean I don’t want you to laugh at my idea.”
“All right, Frank, I promise. What is it?”
A lengthy pause. Frank’s shoulders began to shake. He looked at him curiously.
“Why—why——”
“Yes, Jack, I’m laughing myself. I can’t help it. Oh, but this is too good. But”—Frank by an effort regained control of himself and resumed his normal expression—“just the same, I’m right.”