“What do you know about Miss Gailord?”
“Nothing.”
“You know her?”
“I’ve met her, yes.”
“Where?”
“Oh, several times — at social functions.”
“She moves in your circle?”
“Not exactly. She tries to… wait a minute, I don’t mean it that way.”
“Yes, you do,” Mason said. “That’s exactly what you meant. The remark may have slipped out, but you meant it.”
“All right, then, I did. It’s just what she’s doing.”