"Tell me."
"They're a trifle too fantastic for publication yet awhile." He rose and buttoned his gloves. "There's to be a meeting at Lord Almont's flat this morning. I'm going to hang about and study character."
"Better not be seen."
"Trust me. I'll take cover in the motor show rooms on the street level and watch 'em as they come out."
"Hm! Goodbye." And she held out her hand.
"Au 'voir. You look a bit down this morning."
"Don't feel up to much."
He scanned her face quizzically.
"Those tender feelings haven't revived, have they?"
"What do you mean?"