“We will,” promised Jack.
“There’s one thing yet that needs to be explained, fellows,” remarked Walter, as they climbed into their automobile. “What about that fellow with the iridescent necktie? I feel the demon of jealousy gnawing at my vitals.”
“Come, girls, ’fess up,” admonished Jack.
“He was just charming,” said Cora promptly.
“Perfectly lovely,” agreed Belle.
“Such soulful eyes!” exclaimed Bess languishingly.
“That I should ever have lived to hear this!” groaned Walter.
“I guess our cake is dough,” said Paul.
“Eftsoon and gadzooks!” cried Jack, striking an attitude, “lead me to him, and sooth it shall go hard with me if my trusty sword drink not the caitiff’s blood.”
“I guess you don’t need to go as far as that,” laughed Cora. “Leave him alone and the police will take care of him.”