“What possible harm could it do?” she argued. “Can’t you see I respect you? Won’t you trust me?”
“Let me think,” begged Edwin Dell. “Give me five minutes for quiet thought.”
Valerie Keat went to the buhlwork cabinet and took out a square bottle and a glass.
“Here,” she said. “This will help you think.”
“I never drink.”
“This is only juniper-berry juice and water. It’s a soft drink,” she told him.
Her eyes were so friendly, and he remembered how she had spoken of her father, so he poured half a glass of the pellucid drink down his dry throat. An agreeable sensation of warmth and well-being filled him. He emptied the glass. How bright the lights were!
He stood up and said:
“I have arrived at a decision.”
“Yes? What?” she asked, eagerly.