"I just thought I'd bring in a bite for you." She placed it on the table, and then lingered, delighted, while her eyes went over them together and one by one.

Perhaps Betty Neal was a fool for throwing herself away on a gun-fighter, but at least Mrs.Sommers was furnished with a story which half Alder would know by tomorrow.
The walls of her house were not sound proof.

Besides, Mrs.Sommers had remarkably keen ears.
"They's been a gentleman here ask for you, Vic," she said, "but I thought maybe you wouldn't like it much to be disturbed.

So I told him you wasn't here." Her smile fairly glowed with triumph.
"Thanks," said Gregg, "but who was he ?" "I never seen him before.

Anyway, it didn't much matter.