“Well—what’s on your mind?” I inquired casually.
He laughed again before saying, “I’ll give you three guesses!”
“Well—you want to borrow some money?” I suggested.
“Don’t be absurd,” he retorted. “You know as well as I why I’m here!”
“No—I’m afraid you have the advantage in that respect. I can’t imagine why you were so anxious to see me. I’m not my sister, you know.”
He seemed to think that was a huge joke, too, but he calmed down too quickly to let me think his laughter was genuine. “Why, Sergeant, I came all the way from Paris just to tell you that I have written to your Aunt to inform her how well you are getting along.”
“That was good of you, I’m sure.”
“But, of course, I didn’t tell her that both of you are getting along all right—although I could have said as much, I suppose.”
“Then you’ve heard from Leona?” I suggested with feigned eagerness.
“Yes—heard from her, saw her, and also saw Leon.”