Briskly she returned to small talk. “You're only three up.”
Part 4
On their way back to the club house the safe man recurred to one phase of their talk.
“You ought not to need any telling as to why I work, Alice.”
She shot one swift annoyed glance at him. When Ned Merrill tried the sentimental she liked him least.
“Oh, all men like to work, I suppose. Uncle Joe says it's half the fun of life.”
“Most men work for some woman. I'm working for you,” he told her solemnly.
A little giggle of laughter floated across to him.
“What are you laughing about?” he demanded.
“Oh, the things I notice. Just now it's you, Ned.”