“Your wishes?”
“Yes.”
“Dear me! I really think I should enjoy making them my own, Detective Carter,” murmured Vic, with a pretty cant of her head and a shrug of her shoulders.
“I trust so.”
“Have a chair.”
“Thanks.”
“Now what do you want of me this time, Detective Carter?”
She had taken a seat near-by, still smiling archly at him, and Nick more gravely answered:
“I want you to do me a little service.”