"Did you see your brother yesterday?"
"Yes. But only for a minute. And there was a horrid man who kept hanging around in a most ill-bred manner, so that I really couldn't talk to Gene comfortably. I believe he did it on purpose!"
"It is quite possible," I admitted.
She looked at me sideways under her long lashes. "Your voice sounds as though you were laughing at me inside."
"Let me laugh with you, instead," I said hastily. "The man was there on purpose. Prisoners are not allowed to see visitors alone, speaking generally."
She was thoughtful for a few moments. "Then how are we going to arrange to get him out?"
"I thought you were going to leave that to me."
"Not leave it to you," she said gently. "Of course I am glad to have you help, because there are lots of times when a man is very useful. But Gene is my brother, you know."
"Yes, of course," I said, trying to catch her thought.
"So of course I am going to be in it. All the time."