'Well?'
She pouted. 'Take a little walk with me. I do want to talk with you.'
'Haven't time. Got to get right back to the office.'
'Well—listen, meet me to-night. I can get out by eight. It's pretty important. Maybe serious.'
'Is it—-did anybody——'
She nodded. 'Mrs MacPherson. She was right in her door when I came out of your room.'
'Did she say anything?'
'She looked a lot.'
'Well, say—I'll see you for a few minutes to-night. Say about eight.' This was best. It would be dark, or near it. He simply mustn't be seen strolling with Mamie Wilcox along Filbert Avenue in broad daylight. 'What do you say to Douglass Street and the Lake Shore Drive?'
'All right. Tell you what—bring a tandem along and take me for a ride.'