“Shoot,” said Rio, relief in his voice.
“It’s about Carol. I’ll try to make it quick for I know you don’t like him.”
“D’you?”
“Never mind about that. Here’s the point. Things are getting a little mixed up in our fashionable set. Drew kept down the friction, but he went away and I can’t say that I blame him.”
Rio grinned.
“He didn’t cut down the friction on me,” he said, patting his back and grimacing. “But I’m not sore at him.” Rio laughed out loud. “He’s too damned pretty. Anyway, what about Carol?”
Martin leaned over and spoke confidentially.
“I can’t tell you now, but I saw it,” he said, in a low voice. “Carol’s bound for it,” he went on moodily. “What a shame!”
Rio swung around to stare at his friend. His own mouth was open, and his soft brown eyes were as wide, as honest and as startled as those of a besieged mare.