"Got that?"
"Yes."
Had something gone out of her voice? The monosyllable was flat, colorless. Heath looked at her. Even her expression was different—or did he merely imagine it?
"Perhaps I would better just glance over the message before you send it—simply to make sure it's right."
"Let me copy it first," she objected.
"Copy it? Nonsense! What for? Nobody's going to see it."
He reached for the paper.
Still she withheld it.
"What's the trouble?"
"It isn't written well enough. I'd rather copy it."