"Thanks," Irma said,
"Was it St. Nicholas?" Mason asked abruptly.
"Of course it was St. Nicholas."
"Then I was right. It was that phone girl that loused me."
"Of course you were right."
"Why didn't you say so?" Mason demanded. "You're all trying to louse me."
"Did I say you were wrong?"
"You didn't say I was right."
"Because I work for Grabinett. Have a heart, Mig. You're a great star. You can tell anybody off. But I haven't got your sensational talent. I have to work for a living. Be kind to the hired help."
The scowl disappeared from Mason's face. It also disappeared from Irma's face.