“Well, I’d like to see a little activity on the other end.” Laurel jumped up suddenly. “Mac, I can’t stand this doing nothing. How about you and me taking a crack at it? On our own?”
“Taking a crack at what?”
“At what he ought to be doing.”
“Detecting?” The big fellow was incredulous.
“I don’t care what you call it. Hunting for facts, if that sounds less movie-ish. Anything that will get somewhere.”
“Red Hill, Lady Dick, and Her Muscle Man,” said young Macgowan, touching the ceiling with both hands. “You know? It appeals to me.”
Laurel looked up at him coldly. “I’m not gagging, Mac.”
“Who’s gagging? Your brain, my sinews―”
“Never mind. Good night.”
“Hey!” His big hand caught her in the doorway. “Don’t be so half-cocky. I’m really going birdy up here, Laurel. It’s tough squatting in this tree waiting for the big boom. How would you go about it?”