THE BRASS BOWL
fully, "with your nitroglycerin, your rags, and drills and—and rouse the entire countryside, if you will."
"Ah, but"
"Will you accept my aid?"
"On conditions, only," she stipulated. "Halvers?"
He shook his head.
"Half shares, or not at all!" She was firm.
"A partnership?"
This educed a moue of doubt, with: "I'm not worthy the honor."
"But," he promised rashly, "I can save you—oh, heaps of trouble in other—ah—lays."
She shrugged helplessly. "If I must—then I do accept. We are partners, Dan Anisty and I!"
He nodded mute satisfaction, brushed the tools out of his way, and bent an attentive ear to the combination.
The girl swept across the room, and there followed a click simultaneous with the total extinction of light.
Startled, "Why?" he demanded.
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