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 never being struck by lightning. You are, aren't you?"

He nodded, and then stooped to turn on the electric lights at the dash. "I believe I was," he replied. "And I was thinking how unsuited such a business—profession"

"Call it career," she suggested lightly.

"How unsuited it is to you; or perhaps I'd better say how unsuited you are to such a career."

"That sounds uncomplimentary, Mr. Ames. Really, I'm not so bad at it!"

He frowned. "You know what I mean. I don't like to think of you running around this town alone, unprotected like that. It isn't right. It's no work for a girl."

"It's the work for this girl. It's the only thing I know how to do, the only thing I could do, I fancy. And it really isn't as bad as you evidently imagine it to be. I don't go on night assignments alone, you see; at least, not where there would be any danger."

"Who goes with you?" he asked shortly.

"One of the boys. Or, rather, I go with him. Sometimes, if the thing is big two or three of us go together."