"
"You'd like brigand beefsteak," suggested Linda, "and you'd like
cress salad, and I am sure you'd like creamed yucca."
"Hm," said the Judge. "Sounds to me like Jane Meredith."
Linda suddenly sat straight. A dazed expression crossed her
face. Presently she recovered.
"Will you kindly tell me," she said, "what a great criminal judge
knows about Jane Meredith?"
"Why, I hear my wife and daughter talking about her," said the
Judge.
"I wonder," said Linda, "if a judge hears so many secrets that he
forgets what a secret is and couldn't possibly keep one to save
his life."
"On the other hand," said Judge Whiting, "a judge hears so many
secrets that he learns to be a very secretive person himself, and
if a young lady just your size and so like you in every way as to
be you, told me anything and told me that it was a secret, I
would guarantee to carry it with me to my grave, if I said I
would."
One of Linda's special laughs floated out of the windows. Her
right hand slipped across the table toward the Judge.
"Cross your heart and body?" she challenged.
The Judge took the hand she offered in both of his own.
"On my soul," he said, "I swear it."
"All right," bubbled Linda. "Judge Whiting, allow me to present
to you Jane Meredith, the author and originator of the Aboriginal
Cookery articles now running in Everybody's Home.',
Linda stood up as she made the presentation and the Judge arose
with her.
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