Now whether Mr. Cartel peeped or not, the next day he recalled a previous meeting with Wally, and asked to be presented to his daughter.
“Haven’t we met before, Miss Bryce?” he asked, giving her a very special look.
“No,” she replied, with the faintest suspicion of a taunt in her tone.
“I was under the impression that we had.”
“I’m sure I couldn’t forget.”
“Are you enjoying yourself here?”
“Not especially.”
“What do you enjoy, Miss Bryce?”
“Excitement.”
“Couldn’t we find you some?”