"It was Miss Marquis, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Linda—afraid it was."
"Afraid——?"
"Your amiable husband's in for an interesting life, if that young woman has got her claws into him."
"Lynn: where do you suppose the girl has been all this time, since that night she left the hotel?"
"Good Lord! how should I know?"
"People don't drop out of sight like that in Hollywood. One keeps meeting them if they're in Town, one can't help it—there are so few places to go. It seems funny she should disappear so completely for—how long is it? four weeks? five?—and then turn up in Bel's company."
"It is funny," Summerlad agreed in a tone that rang true.
"I'm only wondering where he fell in with her."
"Well," Lynn submitted: "I daresay if you were to ask him...."