"I am," he cut in—"I am possessed of shrugs—they come and go as they will—I am not responsible—I am——"
"You are trying to avoid telling me—confess it."
"Now, Judith——"
"Do you not see, Dick, that you have aroused my curiosity to an ungovernable pitch. You must tell me—and now—now—now!"
He threw up his hands in mock despair.
"But suppose I cannot," he said.
"Cannot?" she echoed—"You do not appear to have lost the power of speech."
"Touché!" he laughed. "May, would be the better word—I may not tell."
"Why?" she said—"why may you not tell?"
"Because it is inexpedient," he answered.