“A friend of yours,” said Lamar.
“A friend of a friend of mine,” was the reply. “She has found a new reason for poisoning his mind concerning me.”
“What is that?”
“I have been seen walking with Steve Lamar on a secluded street after nightfall.”
He laughed. “That is indeed an offense,” he said. “Let us do something that will enlarge it into a scandal.”
“For instance?”
“I might kiss you when I leave you at the corner.”
She turned toward him as she walked.
“Do you remember,” she asked him, “that story of Judas who betrayed his Master with a kiss?”