Micky sat up with sudden attention.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
“I mean that he isn’t really a tangible man,” she explained haltingly.
Micky laughed.
“Oh yes, he is,” he said.
June caught her breath.
“You don’t mean––oh, do you mean that you know him?” she asked excitedly.
Micky met her eyes with a faintly ironical smile in his own.
“Yes, I know him,” he answered hardily. “And so do you. My dear, I may be very green, but your careful questioning wouldn’t deceive a mouse.”