Curly was hardly prepared to see the color whip into her cheeks or to meet the quick stabbing look she fastened on him.
“You’re looking for him, are you?” she said.
“Thought while I was here I’d look him up. I know his folks a little.”
“Do you know him?”
He shook his head. She looked at him very steadily before she spoke.
“You haven’t met him yet but you want to. Is that it?”
“That’s it.”
“Will you have another egg?”
Flandrau laughed. “No, thanks. Staying up at Stone’s, is he?”
“How should I know who’s staying at Stone’s?”