"He sure did. That man wasn't any piker, believe me. It costs twelve dollars an ounce!"
"No?"
"Yeh—goodness knows how much a pound would cost. I used it all the time—I knew when he gave it to Sis he meant it for me—because, like I told you, he was simply crazy about me. Told me so dozens of times. Said he came to see me. It used to bore him terribly when he'd have to sit in the room and talk to Sis and Gerald."
"I fancy it did—" Carroll summoned a waiter—"A little baked Alaska for dessert?"
"Baked Alaska! Oh! boy! you sure spoke a mouthful that time. I'm simply insane over it!"
She evidently had not exaggerated. She absorbed enough of the dessert to have satisfied two growing men. It did Carroll good to witness her frank enjoyment of his luncheon. She glanced at her wrist watch and rose hastily—
"Goodness me, I've simply got to be going."
"Where?"
She made a wry face: "Hazel Gresham's. Honestly, women get queer when they grow up—get older than twenty. Hazel has been acting so peculiarly lately—"
"That's natural, isn't it, Miss Rogers? Her fiancé killed—"