“Now,” went on Wise, “this is the game. I don’t know, of course, whom you have in mind, and you don’t know whom I have in mind, so we’ll play the game this way: I’ll say, ‘I know she is a clever woman.’ Now you make a truthful statement about her.”
Enthralled by his manner, Jenny said, almost involuntarily, “I know she is a wrong one!”
“I know she’s pretty,” said Wise.
“I know she isn’t!” snapped Jenny.
“I know she is black-haired and dresses well and owns a scarab hatpin.”
“I know that, too,” and Jenny was breathless with interest.
“No; that won’t do. You must know something different from my know.”
“Well, I know she’s a friend of Mr. Rodman.”
“And of Mr. Gately,” added Wise.
“Oh, no, sir, I don’t think so!” Jenny’s surprise was unfeigned.