She said, “He’s nice. A nice young man.”
I said, “He looked like a detective to me.”
She frowned.
“How did you meet him?” I asked.
She said, “Well, you might call it accidentally. He’s a rich chap, has an interest in some mining properties, so he doesn’t have to work. He’s what you’d call a play-boy, I guess, although what a man like that can see in me is more than I can tell.”
She simpered.
“He can see what I can see, can’t he?”
“Mr. Lam! You forget my age. The man can’t be over… well, he’s a lot younger than I am.”
“I’ll bet he’s older.”
“Why, Mr. Lam! How you talk!”