"If you knowed me better, ma'am, you wouldn't have no suspicions." "What might it be that you been doin' ?" asked the girl.
Buck Daniels paused in his attack on the food and stared at her.
He quoted deftly from a magazine which had once fallen in his way: "Some day maybe I can tell you.

There's something about your eyes that tells me you'd understand." At the mention of her eyes the waitress blinked and stiffened in her chair, while a huge, red fist balled itself in readiness for action.

But the expression of Buck Daniels was as blandly open as the smile of infancy.

The lady relaxed and an unmistakable blush tinged even her nose with colour.
"It ain't after my nature to be askin' questions," she announced.

"You don't have to tell me no more'n you want to." "Thanks," said Buck instantly.