“No, only Betty. But they've been talking you over. Sue told Betty that you interest her.”
“Oh—she did! Say anything else?”
“More or less. Look here—has anything happened that I'm not in on? I mean between you and Sue.”
Peter shivered slightly. “How could anything happen? I haven't been seeing her.”
“Well—Sue says you're the strangest man she ever knew. She can't figure you out. Betty was wondering.”
Hy was removing his overcoat now. Suddenly he gave way to a soft little chuckle.
“For Heaven's sake, don't laugh!”
“I was thinking of something else. Yes, I fixed it. But there's something up—a new deal. This here Silverstone saw Any Street last night and went dippy over Sue. Betty told me that much but says she can't tell me the rest because it's Sue's secret, not hers. Only it came out that Zanin has dropped the idea of bringing you into it. Silverstone bought supper for the girls and Zanin last night, and this afternoon he took Zanin out to his Long Beach house for the night, in a big car. And took his stenographer along. Everybody's mysterious and in a hurry. Oh, there's a hen on, all right!”
“So I'm out!” muttered Peter between set teeth. “But it's no mystery. Think I don't know Silverstone?”
“What'll he do?”