"Yes?" He was startled and dropped his nictitating lids. She'd never
called him by his first name before.
"You resent being forced into this job, don't you? I'm sorry. Honest I
am, Clyde. But it was father's life or--or...."
"Or mine," he supplied dryly.
"That isn't fair."
"Isn't it?"
"No. You'll be protected and alibied--"