“Well, that sounded particularly phony.”
“That must have been because she looked phony then,” I said.
She thought that over and said, “Perhaps you’re right. There was something about her that didn’t just — I don’t know, just didn’t click.”
“What did she look like?”
“I think you’ve put your finger on it. She looked phony. She looked as though she should be loud and — well, a little brazen. She wasn’t. She was quiet and very mousy, as though she were walking on tiptoe all the time. She had a swell figure, and her clothes were up to the minute, and, believe me, they were clothes that showed off the figure. But she was just a little too nice, too mealy mouthed, too virginal.”
“And she didn’t give the impression of being virginal?”
“No. You’d better look up Evaline Dell. I think she’s related.”
“Did she say so?”
“I gathered the impression she was a daughter by a former marriage.”
“How old would that make Mrs. Lintig?”