“King, you’ve got to take me out to dinner to-night—alone!”
“What’s up?”
“I’ve just got to talk to you. There’s no jolly—it’s dead serious.”
“Can’t you tell me now?”
“No, no,” she said hastily and, with some confusion, she came closer and wound her fingers in his coat. “I’ve never asked you to take me anywhere like this before, have I?”
“No; that’s a fact.”
“And you don’t think I would now if there wasn’t something I just had to talk over with you,” she said impulsively. “You’re the only living soul I can come to for advice, and I need it bad and quick.”
O’Leary looked at her and drew his eyes together.
“Is that straight?”