“Oh, you call her new?” Fred comprehended my peculiar point of view. “He’s had her going on three months now.”
“There’s trouble between them?” I persisted.
“Of course,” said Fred, “being twenty-two, she’s a little old for him, but they do bunny-dip beautifully together.”
“Who was she?” I kept after Fred.
“Who? Shirley? Why, you just said her name; Shirley Fendon she was.”
“Wasn’t that just her cabaret name?” I inquired.
“Well,” said Fred cautiously, “why go back of that? We were willing not to.”
“You’ve met any of her friends?”
Fred shook his head. “That, at least, has been spared us.”