"Exactly."
"I mean the one in Jersey City."
He went on brushing his hair with not a glance at the bomb she had exploded under his very nose.
"You're a cool one," she said admiringly.
"Cool?"
"I thought you'd jump. I'm sure you never dreamed I knew."
He slid into his white waistcoat and began to button it.
"Though you might know I'd find out," she went on, "when everyone's talking."
"Everyone's always talking," said he indifferently.
"And they rattle on to beat the band when they get a chance at a man like you. Do you know what they're saying?"