"Well, what?"
"Breeze on, Steve. You're doin' fine. Next scene."
"That's all."
"Say, do I look like I was born yesterday? See any green in my eye, Cactus Center?"
He grinned. "You're sure wise, compadre. But the rest is mostly suspicions."
"I'm listening," she nodded.
"You're such a Sherlock Holmes I'd hate to go out with the boys if I was married to you."
"I'm your friend and wouldn't wish any such bad luck on you," she countered gayly. Then, in a lower voice, with a sudden gravity: "Is it Harrison, Steve?"
Amazement sparkled for a moment in his eyes. "With your imagination, Daisy,—" he was beginning when she cut him short.
"You gotta tell me what's on your chest, you transparent kid."