“No. In the other end of town, up near the University.”
“Then you would not pass here to go to The Record office.”
“Your geography is unimpeachable.”
“Is it a riddle? I am not at all clever at them.”
“It’s a confession. I’ve been coming this way day after day for a particular purpose.”
“What was it?”
“To see you again.”
“What did you wish to see me about?”
“Nothing. Nothing in particular.”
“Just to see me? That is very nice of you.” She studied him with her direct and serene regard. But a small and willful dimple materialized on the brown curve of her cheek, and a little one-sided smile went up to meet it. “Not as a reporter this time?”