"It'll take nerve," Pansy said.
"It's what I've got most of."
"He's no Ovid Nixon."
"Eh?... What d'you know about Ovid Nixon?"
"I know he was too green to burn and that you and he were together a lot.... Isn't that enough?"
He smiled complacently, seeing a compliment. "He was easy—but he got to be a nuisance."
"Making trouble?"
"No.... Scared."
"I see," she nodded, wisely. "Lost more than he had, was that it? And then helped himself to what he didn't have?"
"I'm not supposed to know where it came from. None of my business."