She had gone on with her work again.
"Know him? Well, I should say!"
"Have you known him long?"
"Known him ever since ... Say, I'll tell you when it was. It was after we all came back on that ship together, and I was still doing the stenog act for Boydie Averill, before I got Harry back on the job again. Well, one day that guy floated in, towed by little Lulu. He sure is her style for fair, or he used to be before he went to France."
"Did—did Mrs. Averill introduce him to you?"
"He didn't wait for that. He introduced himself with a look. I didn't need a second one before I'd read him like a headline. When I started to go home that evening he was waiting at the corner to take me in a taxi."
"Did you let him?"
"Sure I let him. It was a ride. When he asked me to dinner at the Blitz I let him do that, too. You saw us. Don't you remember that nut? that's what you called him afterward."
It came to me, that sleek mass of silver, distinguished and sinister at once.
"So that was he!"