“Well, but I don't know—”
“Which of your fibs it was.”
Another silver burst of laughter. But Zoe only vouchsafed a slightly contemptuous movement of her shoulders.
“Well, no,” said Severne, half laughing himself at the sprightly jade's smartness.
“Well, then, that friend of yours that called at luncheon.”
Severne turned grave directly. “Yes,” said he.
“You said he was your lawyer, and came about a lease.”
“So he did.”
“And his name was Jackson.
“So it was.”