"Trust your instinct, Jim."
He arose smiling.
"That's what I've arranged to do."
"Then you're going out there to-night?"
"Yes."
He hesitated, but the temptation was too strong.
"How would you like a taxi-ride to Elmford?"
"Jim, you talk like a millionaire."
"If anything comes of it," he said, "the city will pay. If nothing does I'll look an awful fool, so I'd rather you didn't ask any questions now. But if you want to come—I know you're game."
She laughed and got her hat and coat.