Mrs. U—: I can’t swallow a pill to save my life. Now, I’ll tell you what I have to say. Do you know I like that picture? I think it must have been a calendar. You know he said he would buy me anything I wanted. He is some kid, that boy. This is just like the headache I had two weeks ago. I had such a headache. All day Sunday I was in bed and I couldn’t get any relief. It’s just the same old way all along. It is so trying. Now, I want to hear all about your trip. I am terribly interested. Tell me all about it.
Mr. L—: Now, tell me exactly what you told him.
Mrs. U—: Sit down. Here’s what I told him.
Mr. L—: What’s his name and all about him?
Mrs. U—: Well, the first time I met him he told me all about the story of his life. Then, some time after that I met him again. “Hey, kid,” he said, “you know a lot of people in Wall Street; take me down there and introduce me to some of them.” I said: “I have a friend who is very well connected.” Well, I saw him again and I told him that I had met you, and that you were right close to the Government and were in touch with the Government offices and you got inside news. Of course, I didn’t tell him that you were in the Secret Service of the Government. You don’t want me to tell him that, do you?
Mr. L—: No, not at all. I’ll decide what I want to tell him.
Mrs. U—: Do you think he could be a spy?
Mr. L—: Yes, he could be. He acts just like one. He acts like a perfect damn fool.
Mrs. U—: Well, how do they act?
Mr. L—: They act just this way. That’s their game.