"By phone? How do you know who's on the other end? You hear a dame's voice you never heard before. What makes you think it's hers?"
Again he didn't seem to want to talk, as if he had some secret to hide. But I guess he felt like getting things off his chest, too, or he wouldn't have opened up in the first place. And he had already told me enough so that if he didn't tell me more he'd sound like a dope.
So after hesitating even longer than before, he said, "Let's get this straight, George. This is no racket. I've seen and talked to her at the same time. And the things she talked about, no con man would know."
"You've seen and talked to her at the same time? You mean by TV? I don't believe it. They can't send TV to Europe."
"I didn't say it was TV. And I didn't say she lived in Europe."
"That's exactly what you did say. Or maybe you meant she lived on Mars?"
"No. She's an American."
"This makes less and less sense to me. Where did you meet her?"
He turned red, and squirmed all over the place. Finally he said, "Right here in my own laboratory."
"In your own laboratory! But you said you never met her in the flesh!"