“Oh, he did, did he! What did you reply?”
“Asked him to tell me something I didn't know.”
“Thought that clever, didn't you?”
“Not bad.”
Whatever faults might be laid to Mr. Lott's door, he at least, I concluded, possesssed the virtue of self-control.
“Anybody been here?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Kelver—Mr. Paul Kelver.”
“Kelver, Kelver. Who's Kelver?”