"What place wasn't?"
"Dear me, Neil, you are stupid, sometimes. Why, St. Eustache St."——
"Whew! St. Eustache St.!"
"Yes, and at eleven o'clock at night."
"Nonsense."
"It isn't nonsense. Mabel saw her—there! I let out the name, but you won't tell anyone, will you?—at all events you won't mention that it was Mabel"——
"Mabel be—wait a moment. Your friend saw Miss Thayer—at eleven o'clock at night on St. Eustache St."—
"Yes. Coming out of that rackety studio building on the south side, where unspeakable beings congregate."
"What? Oh, look here, Kitty, you mustn't say that. You don't know what you're saying. Your friend, whoever she is, made a mistake—a big mistake. It was not Lynn Thayer she saw at all—it could not possibly have been—and she does a very wrong and wicked thing in spreading such stories. Now what I want you to do is"——
"Neil, one would think I was fifteen. Do you suppose Mabel would say such a thing if it wasn't true? She didn't think at first that it could be Lynn, though she saw her distinctly; and so she followed her."