“Of course he did. Now you go to sleep again.”
A bitter wry smile began searing her lips:
“So you think I’m ‘nuts’, too. He did! He and she both did! They were reporters on The World.”
Cub caught the pride of the inflection, turned his back and adjusted the shade again.
The girl’s voice was husky and amused.
“Will you give me a cigarette, please?”
He swung around:
“Of course not! You are too sick to smoke! You’ve just been in a horrible automobile accident. You had a narrow squeak. Be quiet and behave yourself!”
Her pupils turned black with amusement.
She drawled: