POLICEMAN. H’m! Sleeps on the premises?
BODIE. No; she is here from eight to six.
POLICEMAN. Place of abode?
BODIE. She won’t tell anyone that.
POLICEMAN. Aha! What’s the party’s name?
BODIE. Cinderella.
(The POLICEMAN writes it down unmoved. MR. BODIE twinkles.)
Haven’t you heard that name before?
POLICEMAN. Can’t say I have, sir. But I’ll make inquiries at the Yard.
BODIE. It was really I who gave her that name, because she seemed such a poor little neglected waif. After the girl in the story-book, you know.