Vic burst out laughing, as if much amused.
“Is that all you want of me?” she cried.
“That is all just now,” said Nick, a bit dryly.
“Why, of course, Detective Carter, I’ll go with you,” exclaimed Vic, as if a refusal was the last thing to have been expected, or any occasion for one. “How shall we go? It’s much too far to walk.”
“Oh, I should not think of asking you to walk,” laughed Nick, somehow feeling again that he was on deucedly thin ice, for which he could not account.
“I hope not, my dear Mr. Carter.”
“I will provide a carriage.”
“What time do you wish to go?”
“The sooner the better, Miss Clayton. At once will suit me best of all.”