“She’s a social climber?”
“If you want to put it that way. Good Lord, what if her father was a grand duke? Who cares?”
Mason, watching her narrowly, said, “At a guess, she has specific ambitions toward marriage?”
“I guess all women do, don’t they?”
“I wouldn’t know. What’s the catch she’s after?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Mason. I don’t care to discuss it.”
“Simply because she’s a rival?”
“What do you mean? What are you insinuating?”
Mason said, “I may know more than you give me credit for.”
She said hotly, “You look here, Mr. Mason. Coleman Reeger and I are good friends, and that’s all. I don’t care whom he marries — only I’d hate to see him walk into a trap.”