"Phil Gordon, answer at once."
"Yes, I do."
"Was it Alf? He's at home Saturdays, and it's just like a horrid Harvard Soph to plague us so."
"It was—not."
"Did you see it done?"
"I did."
"Man, or woman? Mary fibs, and may have been bribed."
"Man," with a chuckle of great glee.
"Do I know him?"
"Oh, don't you!"