“No, I’m not afraid of that, but you see I can’t strike till I have a fair target.”
“I know that.”
“There is that bothersome detective,” suggested Claude.
“Never mind him,” laughed Opal; “he’s silenced.”
“Since when?”
“Don’t ask too many questions. He’s silenced, I say.”
“I guess not. I’ve seen him lately.”
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
“I’ve got later news than that!” cried the young girl. “I’m right from the seat of war, so to speak.”