"Miss da Silva," he said, "I've got a lot more questions to ask you, but unfortunately I don't know Spanish and I don't think you understand English well enough to answer the questions if I put them to you cold. But maybe if I tell you just what's been happening to me, you'll be able to; at least, I hope so. Sit down Miss da Silva; it's a long, long story."
"Is very good idea," she agreed, sinking down on the bed. "But please call Dytie, Phil."
She makes one feel at ease, Phil thought as he placed himself in the foam chair opposite. "Well, Dytie, it began ..." and for the next hour he told her in some detail the story of what had happened to him ever since he had awakened to see Lucky sitting on the window sill. He suppressed entirely, however, the incident of watching her last night, which made it necessary for him also to condense the account of his session with Dr. Romadka. Dytie frequently interrupted him to ask for explanations, some of them exceedingly obvious things, such as what was a hatpin, and what was the Federal Bureau of Loyalty and what was it that male and female wrestlers tried to do to each other in the ring? On the other hand, she sometimes passed up things he expected to puzzle her, though he couldn't always tell whether this was because she really understood them, or because she didn't want to. Orthos interested her not at all, stun-guns, mightily. Lucky's exploits did not seem to startle her much. Her usual comment was along these lines: "That pussycat. Is so stupid. But Lucky, too. Thas good name you give him, Phil."
When he came to the Humberford Foundation and Dytie's brother, she rolled over on her stomach and listened with closer attention. But when he hesitantly mentioned how Dion had seemed to develop such an instant yen for Dora Pannes, she whooped knowingly. "That brother," she chortled. "He chase anything with two legs and milk glands. 'Cept of course when he pregnant."
"What!"
"Say something? Must got wrong word," Dytie interposed quickly, brushing the matter aside.
But she was very much interested in Morton Opperly and insisted on Phil telling her a great deal about the famous scientist.
"He smart man," she said with conviction. "Very much like meet."
"I'll try to manage it sometime," Phil said and told how the green cat had been captured by Dora Pannes.
Dytie shook her head solemnly. "Some people got very hard hearts," she said. "Don like pussycat all."