care to tell me what she said? It wasn't flattering, I'm sure of that,
but it was on the tip of her tongue. I admit I'm mildly curious as to
what it was."

Dryden reflected a moment. "You've written your article?" he asked,
indicating the note-book.

"It's all mapped out in my mind, and I've finished the introduction."

"I won't ask to see it because we trust you. But I'll make a compact
with you." Dryden held out a cigar to his adversary and proceeded to
light one for himself. "Supposing what the lady said referred to
something which you have written there, would you agree to cut it
out?"

Harrington looked gravely knowing. "You think you can tell what I have
written?" he asked, tapping his note-book.

Dryden took a puff. "Very possibly not. I am merely supposing. But in
case the substance of her criticism--for she did criticise--should
prove to be almost word for word identical with something in your
handwriting--would you agree?"

Harrington shrugged his shoulders. "Against the automobile as a stake,
if it proves not to be?" he inquired by way of expressing his
incredulity.

"Gladly."

"Let it be rather against another luncheon with you as agreeable as