She said, “Gosh, I wish I knew things like that.”
“You do. You unconsciously size up a person’s character as soon as you meet him. Perhaps you know someone with thin nostrils and—”
“Yeah, but I size ’em up wrong about half the time. Gosh, the double crosses I’ve had handed me, just because I play wide open. I take a good look at ’em and either like ’em or don’t. If I like ’em, I go the whole hog. Say, listen— Your name’s Donald, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Now listen, Donald, we’ve got to cut this out. Pug’s awfully mean when he gets jealous, and he certainly is on the prod tonight. The way he was feeling when I left, he’s almost certain to get restless and start following us. That’s the trouble with Pug. He won’t stay put. When he gets nervous, he gets all excited.”
“Where can I get in touch with you, Helen?”
“You can’t.”
“Isn’t there some way I could reach you, some friend to whom I could write—”
She was shaking her head emphatically.
I gave her one of my cards. “There’s my address,” I said. “Will you think it over and see if you can’t figure out some way I could keep in touch with you? Some place I can get you in case it should be important, to have your testimony?”