"Mine? Oh, I couldn't do that!"
"Come along," Hector urged. He was thoroughly enjoying this episode. "That's only fair. Why not?"
"But——" she seemed doubtful. "This—this is all so very informal."
"Still," said Hector, "even so—you can at least tell me your name and where you live. You might as well, you know, because I'll find out anyway. You forget that we of the Police can find out anything—yes, anything. And we generally have our way."
Looking at him, she knew that he spoke the truth, But she fenced skilfully.
"Then I'll leave you to find out," she smiled.
"Please tell me."
She shook her head. His earnest gaze discomfited her.
"Come along. Considering that I'm going to render you a service, it's the least you can do."
"Service?" she enquired. Then, remembering, "Oh, but I really don't think it should be done."