"And Liane?"
"Mally introduced us."
"And Mr. Mallison?"
"Oh! I don't know . . . I really don't remember where I met Mally. Somewhere at a dance. He's the perfectest dancer in Town."
"They are, as a rule."
"'They'?"
"Permit one more impertinent question: Does Mr. Mallison make love to you?"
"Why, of course! it's the only conversation he knows."
"And you encourage him?"
"Now it's no use your trying to make me believe Mally's a blackmailer. He hasn't got enough brains—or anything else."