“It was all sort of whirligig, like,” explained Patricia. “We didn’t get home until along toward the not-so-wee large hours of the morning.”
“I know,” responded her father dryly. “The whole g**g of you were raiding the icebox at five.”
“The rest of them left shortly afterward.”
“All of them?”
“No, Stellor outsat them and lingered to say goodnight.”
“What do you think of Stellor?”
“I’ve always thought highly of Stellor. He’s got everything. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.”
“And Cliff Lane?”
“Cliff is strictly on the impulse.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” objected her father. “After all, both of them got where they are because of their ability.”
“Well, Cliff gives the impression that he just thought of it.”
“Of what?”
“Of whatever he was going to do next.”
“A good t
