She glared at him, said nothing.
Mason, studying the expression in her eyes, said, “Why won’t Conway marry you?”
She flushed hotly. “Say, who cut you in on this deal?”
“I did,” Mason said.
“All right. Since you want to mess around in my private affairs, why doesn’t he marry me?”
Mason studied the end of his cigarette. “Do you think he ever intended to?”
“Of course, he intended to. He’d promised it all along, and then his family...” She broke off abruptly.
Mason said, “Well, if you ask me, I don’t think his family have any right to put on airs. You’re just as good as they are.”
“Say,” she said abruptly, her eyes narrowing, “how do you know all this?”
Mason said, “Oh, I get around.”