"How long have you been there?" demanded Mary Delia.
"Long enough to hear a lot," answered the unperturbed Patricia. "Since before you asked Con did anything happen, and she said first she didn't know and afterward that it didn't. What did you mean? What didn't happen?"
With a sudden pounce the lithe Dee was upon her and held her, half-choked against the wall. "If you breathe a word of this, Scrubs, I'll half kill you."
"Leh—heh-heh—me alone!" whimpered Pat. "I'm not going to tell anybody."
"See that you don't, then."
"You told on me about Warren Graves."
"That was different."
"How, different?"
"You're only a child. You've no business playing silly tricks like that."
"Wasn't it a silly trick of Con to——"