“Thought you said she was a tramp,” Sellers said.
“Well — put it this way. She was a damn little hypocrite, and she was frightened about something that was due to happen. I thought it was about maybe getting caught on an all-night party. I don’t know. It was something.”
“How do you know this woman’s married?” Sellers asked.
“I can tell ’em as far as I can see ’em. This woman’s settled down. She’s quit thinking of herself. She’s got a home, a kid, probably a couple of ’em. This little tramp last night hadn’t got her man yet and she wasn’t thinking of anybody but herself.”
Sellers said, “You talk like a mind reader.”
“I am,” the woman said. “In this business you’ve got to be.”
“How old was this girl last night?” Sellers asked.
“Younger than this woman, a lot younger.”
“Smaller?”
“Smaller.”