“Oh, noth—nothing in particular.”
“Umph! They never are, by your tell.”
Sam, failing to find satisfactory response, made none, and devoted his efforts to his knife and fork. Maggie set her arms akimbo, and surveyed him grimly.
“Well, I must say there’s one comfort: you don’t take out your spite on your victuals.... But how bad is it?”
“It’s—er—er—it’s no killing matter.”
“What are you worrying so for, then?”
“I’m not worrying!”
Maggie smiled oddly. “Well, I do declare! Sam Parker, it’s the first time I ever knew you to be practising to be a play actor!”
Sam wriggled. “Oh, quit your joshing! I’m bothered about—about something. I’ve got to figure out what to do—that’s all.”
“Want any help?”