"-- I wonder if you think with such mathematical precision.

Do you always find that two and two make four ?" "You mean, have I any imagination whatever ?" Bud looked away from her eyes--toward the uncurtained, high little window.

A face appeared there, as if a tall man had glanced in as he was passing by and halted for a second to look.

Bud's eyes met full the eyes of the man outside, who tilted his head backward in a significant movement and passed on.

Marian turned her head and caught the signal, looked at Bud quickly, a little flush creeping into her cheeks.
"I hope you have a little imagination," she said, lowering her voice instinctively.