"I am interested myself.

If you would take an old boy like me on a few of those trips, I would be immensely pleased." "You'd like brigand beefsteak," suggested Linda, "and you'd like cress salad, and I am sure you'd like creamed yucca." "Hm," said the Judge.

"Sounds to me like Jane Meredith." Linda suddenly sat straight.

A dazed expression crossed her face.
Presently she recovered.
"Will you kindly tell me," she said, "what a great criminal judge knows about Jane Meredith ?" "Why, I hear my wife and daughter talking about her," said the Judge.
"I wonder," said Linda, "if a judge hears so many secrets that he forgets what a secret is and couldn't possibly keep one to save his life." "On the other hand," said Judge Whiting, "a judge hears so many secrets that he learns to be a very secretive person himself, and if a young lady just your size and so like you in every way as to be you, told me anything and told me that it was a secret, I would guarantee to carry it with me to my grave, if I said I would." One of Linda's special laughs floated out of the windows.

Her right hand slipped across the table toward the Judge.
"Cross your heart and body ?" she challenged.
The Judge took the hand she offered in both of his own.
"On my soul," he said, "I swear it." "All right," bubbled Linda.