“Say, Jim!––are you a detective or a country boob on his vacation?”
“Why? What’s the matter with you?”
“Aw, quit! Can’t you see the lady wants to get to bed! Why don’t you look inside the teapot?”
“Oh, all right!” replied the other, dusting off his hands. “This is your hunt:––if you are satisfied, so am I.”
Eileen’s heart thumped as if it would burst through her body, and she feared for the very noise of it.
Slowly the second detective followed the other two men out.